tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137314802012-02-16T06:41:01.423-08:00Stories, pictures, and random happenings in the crazy Ferrin Household...Keith Ferrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08172632406726633081noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731480.post-51538122187377890382010-03-24T12:32:00.001-07:002010-03-24T12:32:58.875-07:00

Caleb and Sarah are both playing baseball (tee-ball and soft ball actually) for the first time. They are loving it and they’re so fun to watch. In Kirkland, they start out the season with a parade of all the teams. Look who they put on the front page of the Kirkland Reporter? If you want to see it for yourself, click here. 

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Found this quote from Amy Bloom and put it on the inside of the card I gave Kari Beth this morning. “Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.” So true. Cool thing is that Kari and I fell in love right away AND we’re still “looking at each other.” (As you can see from the pic – I’ve got the

Keith Ferrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08172632406726633081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731480.post-34267762920969495392009-09-04T15:54:00.001-07:002009-09-04T15:54:45.456-07:00

Well, I can hardly believe it, but little Hannah took several steps last night. See for yourself…

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It's 3:23 in the morning. Not now. A year ago. I can't believe it's been a whole year. Hannah GraceAnne Ferrin showed up on August 26th, 2008 at 3:23am. All nine-pounds-seven-ounces of her. And here we are...a year later. The Ferrin Four is now The Ferrin Five. And it may be a cliché, but it's oh so true - we can't imagine life without her. I don't know that I have ever seen a baby who laughs

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In the van the other day, a guy rode by on a bicycle without a helmet on. Here’s the conversation that ensued: Me: Hey Sarah, that guy needs to borrow one of our bike helmets. Sarah: Daddy, if I was (long pause) the principal of everything – you know, Barack Obama – I’d make a rule that anyone who rode a bike would have to wear a helmet. Me: That would be a good rule. Caleb (from the way

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It was 15 years ago today that I met this beautiful blond with great legs who loved Jesus and who – 23 months later – would become my bride. And if you can believe it, there is an even greater reason why I’m celebrating today. One hour ago, we were all upstairs in Sarah’s room, finished reading the story of the resurrection and started walking through what “believing in Jesus” means. The

Keith Ferrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08172632406726633081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731480.post-16903965318817195892009-04-04T11:49:00.001-07:002009-04-04T11:49:37.423-07:00

I know you’ve heard that girls and boys are different. Some say “nature.” Others say “nurture.” I say “yep!” Sarah and Caleb were playing with Legos and I was in another part of the room. The sweet voice of my daughter called out from the other room, “Daaaaadddy. Look at the house I just built.” Barely had the words left her lips when my son stands up and shouts, “Hey Dad. Look at my monster!

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Just got back from a family walk. Partway into the walk we came to a bench with one of the “In Loving Memory” signs. As we looked at the picture and read the plaque the tender moment took a quick detour when Sarah asked… So…did that guy die under this bench? Sentimentality squashed. On with the walk.

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The scene last Friday night: Sarah and I walk up to her school for her very first all-school dance. The place is packed with kids and parents. A few parents are on the dance floor, but mostly it’s clusters of kids dancing around to the instructions of the guy on the stage with the mic in his hand. At one point he says, “Okay, we need more parents out there. Go grab your mom or dad and get them

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Last night we took the plunge. Hannah has been staring us down every night while we eat dinner, so we thought we’d give her a shot at it. Expectations were low. Two…three bites…max. Boy were we wrong. She loved it! Wanted more. Actually got a little frustrated (after the video ends) when Kari wasn’t getting the spoon refilled and back to her mouth fast enough. It’s been four years since we’ve

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It started with the sound of my daughter screaming and crying in the other room – obviously in pain. I looked over to see Sarah holding her hand and her brother, Caleb, with the typical “I’m 4 and I’m guilty” expression on his face. Come to find out that he threw one of his toy dinosaurs at Sarah and nailed her. (Never said he didn’t have a good arm and good aim.) I asked him if he did it and he

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We've got 4.5" of snow in our backyard and it's still falling! After a little breakfast, the snow clothes went on and the four oldest Ferrins headed outside. Here are a couple videos of Sarah and Caleb sledding in the driveway... ...and a little photo album of our backyard snow adventure.

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Enter his gates with thanksgiving        and his courts with praise;        give thanks to him and praise his name. For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;        his faithfulness continues through all generations. Psalm 100:4-5 (NIV) Thanksgiving morning, 2002. The first day Kari and I woke up in our new house. We had waited three and a half years for that day. And

Keith Ferrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08172632406726633081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731480.post-31218490557275628372008-11-04T09:20:00.001-08:002008-11-04T09:20:55.082-08:00

Here's a pic of the Ferrin Five last Friday night. So nice that the rain held off starting about 4pm. Cousins came over. Friends came over. Aunts, Uncles, and a Mimi came over. Good times were had by all.   A kitty cat, a train conductor, and a Seahawks cheerleader (complete with pom poms). I love these guys!

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"Daddy, I just wanted to let you know that I have a loose tooth. I love you. Goodnight.” That was the voicemail Sarah left for me last night. She was so excited. At six years old, she’s already had a few friends lose some teeth. She has been waiting for the day. Longing for the day. Chomping at the bit (hee hee). And now that day is within view. Once a tooth gets loose, there’s no turning

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In case you didn't know, the Hot Mama of the Ferrin Five is turning...well...that's none of your business...today. She's actually upstairs napping right now while Hannah naps. (Always a good plan.) If you're reading this and have her email feel free to flood Kari's inbox with birthday greetings.

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Okay, so Hannah and Sarah aren't the only ones with big things going on. Our Big Boy (I'd get in trouble if I called him my Little Guy) started preschool today. He's in the City Kids program at City Church, which is literally six blocks from our house. Caleb was so excited. In fact, as we pulled into our parking spot and turned off the van, he thrust his hands into the air and said, "I'm a City

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The bus is coming! The bus is coming! Sure enough. There it was - heading down our street. The big, yellow bus that would change our lives forever. I'm sure the driver and the assistant she had for the first day are nice enough people, but they were there to take away my Peanut. Seems like a blink since Sarah was as tiny as her week-old sister, Hannah. And there she was, climbing aboard

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Kari and I figured we didn't have enough craziness in our lives this week, so we decided that 24 hours (almost exactly) after leaving the hospital, we would pack our three kids (still feels wonderfully weird to type that) in our minivan and head over the mountains to Lake Chelan. Lake Chelan for Labor Day Weekend has been a decades-long tradition for Kari's family. We headed into the road trip

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We have survived Night #2! She ate well, slept well (as well as a 2-day-old baby can sleep) and the doctor has said we can go home. As I type, the nurse is taking the IV out of Hannah's foot (ouch!) and then will prepare the discharge papers. Thank you for following us on this journey. Thank you for your prayers. Thank you for visiting us. Thank you for offering free babysitting for the next 10

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Things started out rough. From 10pm to 1pm Hannah would eat, but only for a few minutes at a time. Then she'd zonk out. Of course, we were exhausted so we were happy to wrap her up in the "baby burrito" and lay her down. Unfortunately, during those first three hours, she wouldn't lay down for more than five minutes. Up. Down. Feed. Wrap. Cry. Repeat. Finally she had a really good feeding

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Windows Live Spaces

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Hannah is about 15 hours old right now and doing extremely well. We've had heaps of visitors today and talked to lots of people on the phone. Hannah and Kari have both had their fevers disappear, so we thank you for your prayers.     Sarah and Caleb got to meet and hold their baby sister for the first time. Very fun to see their curiosity and excitement - and a hint of bewilderment. We're

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After 21 hours in the hospital Hannah GraceAnne Ferrin was born at 3:22am on Tuesday, August 26. She is a gorgeous, perfect, very big girl. Twenty one and a half inches long and – are you ready for this? – 9lb 7oz! Mommy and baby are both doing well, although they both had fevers at birth. Because of this, they want to keep us in the hospital for 48 hours, which will have us heading home – God

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Well, I guess Hannah didn't like the idea of having her birthday on the 25th. Or maybe she wanted her birthday exactly a week after her big sister. In any event, we're past midnight, so Hannah will - God willing - be born today, August 26th. Things are moving along. Most likely this baby will be born while you were sleeping. I'm also guessing this will be the last time I use the word "sleeping"

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Things are progressing…just very sloooooooooowly. No need to worry, Hannah is doing well. Kari is doing well. Please just pray that Hannah comes safely – and specifically – that we can avoid a C-section. We just can’t wait to meet this little miracle! Waiting…and hoping…

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It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon and the contractions have started in earnest. Kari's doing well and we're praying she goes soon so our doctor can be here for the delivery! Please pray with us...

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At 7am we dropped Sarah & Caleb off at Aunt JJ's and Uncle Doug's and had JJ snap the last photo of us as a family of four! Unbelievable! By 7:30 we were in our room with a wonderful nurse named Karyn. Dr. Wells came by about 8am and said everything looks good and she'll check back about lunch time - unless she hears from us. :)  And now we wait...

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So...we just got a call from the hospital and they’ve schedule our inducement for 7:15am tomorrow (Monday)! So…we’ll be dropping off the kids with Kari’s sister and heading to the hospital bright and early. Pray for a smooth labor and a healthy baby girl. We can’t wait – and Sarah and Caleb are so excited! With joy and anticipation …Keith (Hannah's daddy!)

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Best friends. They may drive each other crazy, but they sure do love each other. (Even when Sarah's making Caleb pretend to be a kitty cat, or Caleb's tackling Sarah for no reason.)

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It happens to everyone. The death of your first pet. Today was the day for Max Ferrin. Sarah and Caleb's beloved beta fish. He's lived with us for the better part of two years. Right there on the kids' bathroom counter. Hey Max. What's up Max. Just brushing my teeth Max. Gotta go potty Max...don't watch. And now he's gone. Right before dinner we headed out on the other side of our creek. I had

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No...the baby isn't here yet. No...there haven't been many contractions. No...we don't have a clue when she'll come. Yes...we can't wait. Yes. Yes. Yes!

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"The little Gospel promises me personal salvation and eternal life. But the robust Gospel doesn’t stop there; it also promises a new society and a new creation.” - Scott McKnight (The Eight Marks of the Gospel - article in Christianity Today, 2/29/08) I don't know about you, but the robust Gospel sounds a bit more appealing than the little Gospel...and a bit more like something Jesus would say..

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I had a pretty cool experience last Sunday. I was speaking at a small church in Seattle that had two services - a "traditional" service, and a "contemporary" service. I've found that generally means that there is more gray hair at one than the other. My cynical hat was on nice and tight as - sure enough - I turned out to be one of the youngest people in the first service. The only people younger

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Kari and I just got back from a pretty thought-provoking event. That said, even on the way there I didn't really want to be going. It was a beautiful night...we could be out on a boat. I had spent the whole day working in the yard...my body ached and I just wanted to sit down. It was hot...I didn't want to put on "nice" clothes. Then I got to Dance for a Cure and realized I was surrounded by

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I just got home from a meeting with one of those guys that always makes me think, challenges me, and encourages me at the same time. We were talking about life, business, effectiveness, and how we were doing in those areas when Jeff said this: The enemy of "great" is not "bad." The enemy of great is "good." So many of us spend too much time living in the "good enough," when God longs for

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What would you sacrifice to help someone else? This is one of those sports stories that just needs to be told - whether you like sports or not. "With two runners on base and a strike against her, Sara Tucholsky of Western Oregon University uncorked her best swing and did something she had never done, in high school or college. Her first home run cleared the center-field fence. "But it appeared

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I'm sitting in the Denver Airport, halfway home from a weekend with some amazing people. I was doing a weekend training at the annual staff conference for a ministry called Student Mobilization. Most people there were between 18-35. They have a passion for seeing college students become disciples of Jesus and then turn their faith outward and head overseas. Their primary focus is India, and as I

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I was reading an excerpt from French Jesuit Jean-Pierre de Caussade and came across this quote: "All we need to know is how to recognize God's will in the present moment." Jean-Pierre speaks in almost all his writings about "the duty of the present." What a concept. To be fully present. Fully engaged with the person in front of us. Fully alive to the moving of God and His Spirit today, right

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It helps, now and then, to step back and take the long view. The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, it is beyond our vision. We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is God's work. Nothing we do is complete, which is another way of saying that the kingdom always lies beyond us. No statement says all that could be

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"I lost hope a long time ago." I can't get his words out of my head. Ninety minutes ago I was sitting across the table from Daniel and that's what he said to me. Part of me wanted to cry. Part of me didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to say, "What are you talking about? You're 14 years old. You don't even have a 'long time ago.'" The conversation started innocently enough... "What's

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