Thursday, May 27, 2010

a whole bunch of photos...




(The delicious mess left after eating a ton of yummy strawberries from the VFM.)

Monday, May 24, 2010

fighting for restoration....

It's a long story, and another post, but today I'm fighting to take back what is rightfully mine as a child of the King.  I woke up grumpy, easily irritated, and even not feeling too great.  Just down in the dumpos for no good reason.  YET, in His grace, I am being reminded to pray for help rather than muddle through in my own strength.  This morning I told the Lord that I refused to be a grumpy momma today.  I won't settle for just making do.  I'm a child of the covenant, have 2 pretty terrific kiddos to call mine and spend today with, nothing really pressing to do, and a whole array of cool stuff to pull out and enjoy with the babes.  So, we're pushing back the Sam's run until after lunch, filling up the pool, and heading out after the wee one is up from his morning snooze.

And did the grumps just magically disappear?  Heck no!  But, I will not allow evil to have it's way.  At least not today, and not on my turf.  I can not tell you how many times already I have already cried out to the Lord to literally, and radically, change my perspective from being irritated to being able to enjoy the mess Emory is making as she fills her pool, the chalk she got all over over her body as she traced her hands and feet (by herself!), and the mulch we tracked in when we came inside.  Today, that's praying big!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

these are a few of my favorite things...

.... seeing the man-cub crawl!  He seems like such a different kid now that he can get to where he wants to be on his own.  And, there are few things sweeter than walking in the door and being greeted by my baby boy making a bee-line for me.

.... having cool conversations with Emory.  She's just one of my all-time favorite people, and for good reason.  One of my recent favorites was today at lunch I asked her what made God's people "different" not entirely sure of what she would say.  Her answer was so much better than mine would have been, "We get to go to God."  She nailed it.

.... having a big girl who is not afraid to speak the truth to me.  Yesterday I was being petty and easily annoyed as I was getting her dressed for the day.  At one point I must have sighed, because Emory looked at me and said, "You want to spank me, don't ya?"  Again, she nailed it.

.... watching daddy and his son "wrestle" on the floor.  Ethan does love me, but he really loves to play with his daddy.  I don't get nearly the squeals that daddy does.

.... having our home so full of people we love that we are bursting at the seams.  We had such a house-ful this weekend that some folks were even sleeping on an air mattress in the kitchen.  I love it!

.... watching my family enjoy my children.  Honey for a mother's heart.


I promise photos are coming soon!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

let me just say...

... that every bit of hard work that went into getting this family ready for the beach was entirely worth it.  Emory was delightful, Ethan slept like a champ, and the spirits were a-flowin'.  I discovered our friends are even way-cooler than I thought.  The house was huge, beautiful, well-stocked, and closer to the beach than any beach-front condo I've been in.  And, I even lost a bit of weight, though I have no idea how.  It was the perfect vacation!

Pictures to come (and they are adorable!).

Thursday, May 13, 2010

a day in the life of the man-cub...


Breakfast





Playtime



Lunch



Mischief




Dinner

just life...

... So, today has found me scrambling like mad to get the errands accomplished that will unload the junk in the rear of my car so that we can fill it all back up again when we leave on Saturday for the beach.  Five wonderful days of the beach, good food, no housework, my husband, sweet friends, and, did I mention, the beach!  I've made a vat of black bean and corn salsa and am toting it down with the world's best tortilla chips in order to consume it with plenty of beer in those lazy afternoons when you're freshly showered after a day in the sand and surf and you can't decide which local haunt to try for some fresh seafood.  We're going with another couple that have a boy Emory's age, so we all will have someone to play with.  I'm anticipating heaven on earth.  Did I mention that I will be consuming beer?  That's actually huge, since the last two times I was beach bound I was also in my third trimester.  So I won't be, huge that is.

Ethan is officially 9 months old today.  As of 2 weeks ago, he was 24 pounds.  He wears 24 month clothes and size 5 diapers.  And, he is finally crawling.  Like, the real kind of crawling, making it from one room to another.  So added to the chores necessary for getting a family of 4, one of whom happens to be an infant, ready for the beach, I've had to re-do all the baby proofing.  Corners have been covered with padded do-dads, I've put Emory's markers (which live in a box on the floor of the kitchen) up higher but where she can still get to them without buggin' me on her own, and I've even had to vacuum!  He's been so much happier today, and even skipped his afternoon nap in lieu of trying out this cool new trick he has finally mastered.  It's his 9-month-aversary, so I let it slide.

Emory has had quite the week.  She and I spent Monday afternoon at the doctor's office where we learned she had a smoldering ear infection, may have mild asthma, and was so "backed-up" that her stomach was behind her lungs.  I even got to see the x-ray for myself.  The doctor was fairly astounded that she hasn't been complaining about either the ear, or her bowels.  The down-side to having a child with a high pain tolerance, I guess.  After a few days of oral antibiotics for her ear and a bronchidialator for her asthma, she is a new kid.  The first night on the new asthma medicine, she slept for almost 13 hours.  This kid has not slept consistently through the night for over a year.

Enough of her ailments, she's also had a neat week spiritually.  After wondering aloud if she'd get splinters in her buns from her from her coffin when she dies, she asked me if she would indeed go to heaven.  "Well, do you love Jesus?"  "Yes ma'am." "Do you believe He is the Son of God?" "Yes ma'am."  "Do you think you can be good enough on your own or do you need Jesus?"  "I need Jesus." 

Good enough for me.

And Eric... did I mention he has 5 whole days off work and he's going to spend them with us?!  I am so looking forward to hanging out with him.

Have a happy week and I'll see you when we get back.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

quite a show...

... For her 3rd birthday, Emory received a ball pit from us that has stayed on the shelf since about 2 weeks after her birthday.  I really and truly have forgotten about it, unless it is 3am and I am feeding Ethan and looking around the room trying not to make eye contact lest he think it's playtime.  She spotted it the other day and has incessantly nagged repeatedly requested some time with it.  She enjoys it, to be sure, but not as much as a certain little baby boy who REALLY loves balls.  He can spot one in a room in a second!

Since all little boys seem to have their obsession, I'm gonna go ahead and call it now....  Ethan is going to love balls.  Footballs, soccer balls, baseballs, I don't think it is really going to matter.  Some boys like airplanes, for some cars are their thang, and for other, trains melt their butter.  While Ethan can truly do some damage with a car, especially to a block tower his sister just painstakingly built, I think it will be balls that will call his name.

I've got some great photos and even a video, if I can get my computer to cooperate.  It's balls.  You'll see.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

the best thing I ever said yes to...



Five years ago , this guy I was dating had this crazy idea to get married.  Not to sure of the decision, I said yes.  It turns out to be the best decision I've ever made.  Nothing tops it.  When I said yes, I got this amazing guy who has kept his promise to me to love only me, and has kept it well.  Being married to him has definately improved the kind of woman I am.  He has taught me things and has encouraged me to explore further the stuff I was just dabbling in before.  He's the first person I go to when I need counsel 'cuz he's just so dang wise.  He's brilliant, funny, tender, and more selfless than any other person I've ever met.  While he may not drink coffee, eat cantaloupe, or let me listen to country when he's in the room, he does play the guitar and bathe the kids which more than makes up for it.  During the last 5 years we've had some hard seasons, great big belly laughs, too few dates, more than enough fun, and we've grown closer than I knew two people could be.  And, we've made these two amazing babies...

What a great way to spend half a decade!

oh. my. goodness.

I made these the other night and they were so good.  I mean slap-yo-mama kind of good.  And, so stinkin' easy.

Crock Pot Meatballs
1 pound lean hamburger
1/2 cup bread crumbs
1/2 cup shredded cheese (used Swiss 'cuz it's what I had)
1/4 cup chopped onion

Mix it all up and form whatever size meatballs you want.  Then brown them in your oven at 350 for about 15 minutes.  While you are browning the meatballs, make the sauce in your crock pot.  For that you're gonna need: 2 cans golden mushroom soup, 1 onion soup packet, and 1 can of mushrooms (or 2 if you really like them like me).  Mix it all up and then fill your can of mushroom soup up with water and add that in.  Then add your meatballs and kind of turn them over gently to get the sauce all over 'em.  I put mine in at 1:30pm and set the crock pot on the lowest setting.  Dinner was at 6:00, and I served these savory gems up with some mashed potatoes and corn (Emory's pick).  IT WAS SO GOOD!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

the human vacuum...

is what we've now dubbed the Bubba.  To date, there is only one food he has staunchly refused.  And when I say refused, I mean he took one look at it on the spoon and clamped his lips together so tight that quite possibly the jaws-of-life would have been unable to open them.  What's that food, you ask?  White potatoes.  I know, go figure.  I love white potatoes.  But neither one of my children will even consider them as something edible. 

There are foods that he's not a big fan of, but he'll eat them, crying the whole time.  I keep thinking that as we continue to perservere, maybe he'll learn to suffer in silence.  Those foods include peas, squash, and cottage cheese.

Recently, the bubs has reached a new feeding plateau and angels have been singing the hallelujahs 'round here.  He is becomeing a Class A pro in self feeding.  Quite possibly because I provide lots of opportunities for this skill to be perfected.  Up until Wednesday, he had really only self-fed puffs, crackers, pizza crust, and graham crackers.  And, that's not really self-feeding to me.  It's the activity that keeps him quiet while I get the real meal prepared.  To me, self-feeding is he eats his meal while I get to eat mine. 

Wednesday morning, he indulged in cheese toast.  He ate the whole thing by himself.  And it was awesome.  So, guess what he's gotten for breakfast every day since?  It's been tempting to feed it to him for every meal, but I guess that borders on some kind of neglect.  And impatience.

But the exciting thing, is that this opens a whole new world for him (and me) culinarily speaking.  The only thing standing in our way is the fact that he's only got 2 front teeth.  So, I guess I'll hold off on the chicken nuggets for now.  But, coming soon, is sliced peaches, pears, and carrots.  Not to mention broccoli, peas, and green beans.

And how does sister benefit from this new skill of brother's?  She's very quickly discovered the art of passing off her unwanted food under the umbrella of, "Look what I'm sharing with brother."  Today it was the crust off of her cheese toast.  Smart girl.