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Friday, April 30, 2010
Bigger than the Dark
We were on the way home from church one night, just Lucas and I, and Lucas says "Mommy I'm scared, because it's dark outside." Of course, I replied that he shouldn't be scared, we were perfectly safe inside of our car! Him, being so incredibly in touch with everything, says " That is right Mommy. WE are safe because God is bigger than the dark and He always make us safe." My eyes welled up with tears as I thanked God for this wonderfully precious little boy that He put in our lives. Lucas understands so much. If only us adults could have that kind of faith and reassurance in knowing that no matter WHAT we are facing...God is bigger, always in control and ALWAYS takes care of us. It's just that simple.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Puddles and Peanut Butter
A page from any given Mommy appointment book would likely appear to others as a multitude of unending tasks with too little time to do everything. There are activities for the children like preschool and soccer, and a few activities for herself. But my appointment book doesn’t include the other things I’m responsible for, like cleaning, cooking, shopping, bills and laundry. No wonder I feel frazzled!
My son’s day reads much differently. He spends his time playing, experiencing, exploring and testing. He doesn’t have any concept of time except when he’s bored or hungry. He doesn’t need to be constantly busy. He doesn’t have a list to check off. His perfect day is filled with his bike, the park, Spiderman, ravioli and not napping.
I often get impatient with my son because he just doesn’t seem to understand that we’re on a schedule. But, one day I stopped and watched my son play in a puddle. Maybe he wasn’t the problem. Maybe my schedule was.
His laugh was contagious as he tromped in a puddle; for that moment all he wanted to do was have fun. It didn’t matter to him if we were late or didn’t accomplish everything on our list. He just wanted to enjoy the moment.
Later that day he ate a few bites of his peanut butter sandwich, and proceeded to make balls out of it. Again, the look of accomplishment and his intense desire to make the perfect sandwich ball was enough to squelch the words, "Stop! You’re making a mess!"
Sometimes we need to let puddles and peanut butter get in the way of our orderly, scheduled lives. We need to let our kids be kids and not fall in line with our plans. We should schedule in more time or realize that messes and delays happen.
My son’s day reads much differently. He spends his time playing, experiencing, exploring and testing. He doesn’t have any concept of time except when he’s bored or hungry. He doesn’t need to be constantly busy. He doesn’t have a list to check off. His perfect day is filled with his bike, the park, Spiderman, ravioli and not napping.
I often get impatient with my son because he just doesn’t seem to understand that we’re on a schedule. But, one day I stopped and watched my son play in a puddle. Maybe he wasn’t the problem. Maybe my schedule was.
His laugh was contagious as he tromped in a puddle; for that moment all he wanted to do was have fun. It didn’t matter to him if we were late or didn’t accomplish everything on our list. He just wanted to enjoy the moment.
Later that day he ate a few bites of his peanut butter sandwich, and proceeded to make balls out of it. Again, the look of accomplishment and his intense desire to make the perfect sandwich ball was enough to squelch the words, "Stop! You’re making a mess!"
Sometimes we need to let puddles and peanut butter get in the way of our orderly, scheduled lives. We need to let our kids be kids and not fall in line with our plans. We should schedule in more time or realize that messes and delays happen.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
list
Occasionally I make a mental list of wonderful things I’ve experienced recently. It sounds crazy, I know, but it has made me so grateful and aware of my beautiful life. There is nothing particularly special about me… and yet everyday my blessings and joy grows.I think they were there all along, I was just was too busy worrying about what I thought I needed to notice how much I already had.
P.S. If you think that good things don’t happen to you… consider redefining what “joy” means. Rediscovering your favorite sandals that were shoved under your bed or finding strawberries buy 1 get 1 at the grocery store, or jumping on a trampoline with your 4 year old, or laying in the floor for over an hour smiling nad laughing with your baby, or going to dinner along with your hubby and feeling like a teenager, are the very sort of everyday occurrences that should be counted.
Laying in a cold room, under warm cozy covers with my hubby, watching House
My early morning chat with my father in law on the way to work
Lucas’ sweet early morning hugs and “good morning mommy”
Pink grapefruit lipgloss
Weekends with my bestie
Granny
Fresh picked Texas wildflowers
Shoulder rubs from the hubs
Bubble baths
Chad Jackson in my speakers
Road trips
BBQ Cookoffs
Cason's sweet, sweet smile and adorable laugh
In depth conversations with Lucas about the things that matter to him
watching my two boys interact with each other
Tball practice - enough said
Captain forearms. Nuff said
Church with my family
P.S. If you think that good things don’t happen to you… consider redefining what “joy” means. Rediscovering your favorite sandals that were shoved under your bed or finding strawberries buy 1 get 1 at the grocery store, or jumping on a trampoline with your 4 year old, or laying in the floor for over an hour smiling nad laughing with your baby, or going to dinner along with your hubby and feeling like a teenager, are the very sort of everyday occurrences that should be counted.
Laying in a cold room, under warm cozy covers with my hubby, watching House
My early morning chat with my father in law on the way to work
Lucas’ sweet early morning hugs and “good morning mommy”
Pink grapefruit lipgloss
Weekends with my bestie
Granny
Fresh picked Texas wildflowers
Shoulder rubs from the hubs
Bubble baths
Chad Jackson in my speakers
Road trips
BBQ Cookoffs
Cason's sweet, sweet smile and adorable laugh
In depth conversations with Lucas about the things that matter to him
watching my two boys interact with each other
Tball practice - enough said
Captain forearms. Nuff said
Church with my family
Friday, April 23, 2010
when you are a mother...
Chances are if you ARE a mother, you are internally agreeing with the sentiment of my title. If you aren’t, you are undoubtedly rolling your eyes and thinking to yourself, “Seriously? Did she really have to go there? So cliché. So condescending. “ I know. I was you not too long ago, thinking the same thing every time anyone uttered those words in my presence. I mean, what on earth about being a mother automatically makes you so insightful? What is it about the task of motherhood, the diaper changes, the swaddling, the stench of crusted baby puke on your shoulder that no longer phases you (sometimes not even enough to wash the shirt before wearing it again) that makes YOU think you know and understand something the rest of the population does not? I vowed to never utter those words when I became a mother. Well, you know what? Consider that vow broken.
When you are a mother, you will understand…
That those annoying shoes toddlers wear that squeak when they walk actually serve a purpose. They are like the poor mom’s LoJack.
That, try as you might, chances are your child will end up falling in love with one of the many obnoxious versions of Elmo. Turns out, he’s popular and practically has his very own aisle in every toy department for a reason.
That sometimes the only way to clean a pacifier your child just dropped in the parking lot and is screaming for is to put it on your own mouth and suck on it for a few seconds.
That your baby’s poop is just not THAT gross to you, and you actually don’t freak out and run to the nearest bottle of sanitizer and bleach when you get a little on you. In fact, sometimes you don’t notice it at all, which makes it a little awkward when you find a spot of it on your sleeve at the grocery store two hours later. (This, however, does not make other baby’s poop less gross to you. Poop from children other than your own is still disgusting.)
How you can laugh at someone peeing in your face.
How you can focus so hard on the tiny up and down movements of your baby’s chest while he’s sleeping, and then, when you are convinced he’s not breathing, scream his name while jerking him up from his bed and rushing to the bathroom to splash water on his face. When he wakes, you are pretty sure he has perfected the “go to hell” look at a very early age.
Why, for a few months at least, when you go out to dinner with the little one in tow (if you are even brave enough to do so) you are limited to the portion of the menu that includes a side of mashed potatoes.
How people become “those parents” you despised as a waitress in college when you take a baby starting finger foods to a restaurant. Sometimes, getting him out of the restaurant before the bedtime meltdown ensues takes precedence over cleaning up the hundreds of Puffs left below his highchair.
How easy it is to dread shopping for clothes for yourself when shopping for baby clothes is so much more fun. They are cheaper, cuter, and you don’t have to worry about finding the right style to hide that troublesome midsection.
How, no matter how little sleep you had the night before or how many times you had to make the trek to the nursery to replace a pacifier, tighten the swaddle, feed the baby or change a diaper, it is impossible to not be a morning person when your baby greets you every day with a smile that makes your heart melt.
Yes, it’s true you understand a lot more when you become a mom (or, in general, a parent). You understand why all those mothers you used to think were crazy did the things they did (most of the time, sometimes there really are just crazy people out there). You will do things that at the end of the day you can only laugh at, sigh to yourself, and acknowledge out loud, “I am SO that mom”
When you are a mother, you will understand…
That those annoying shoes toddlers wear that squeak when they walk actually serve a purpose. They are like the poor mom’s LoJack.
That, try as you might, chances are your child will end up falling in love with one of the many obnoxious versions of Elmo. Turns out, he’s popular and practically has his very own aisle in every toy department for a reason.
That sometimes the only way to clean a pacifier your child just dropped in the parking lot and is screaming for is to put it on your own mouth and suck on it for a few seconds.
That your baby’s poop is just not THAT gross to you, and you actually don’t freak out and run to the nearest bottle of sanitizer and bleach when you get a little on you. In fact, sometimes you don’t notice it at all, which makes it a little awkward when you find a spot of it on your sleeve at the grocery store two hours later. (This, however, does not make other baby’s poop less gross to you. Poop from children other than your own is still disgusting.)
How you can laugh at someone peeing in your face.
How you can focus so hard on the tiny up and down movements of your baby’s chest while he’s sleeping, and then, when you are convinced he’s not breathing, scream his name while jerking him up from his bed and rushing to the bathroom to splash water on his face. When he wakes, you are pretty sure he has perfected the “go to hell” look at a very early age.
Why, for a few months at least, when you go out to dinner with the little one in tow (if you are even brave enough to do so) you are limited to the portion of the menu that includes a side of mashed potatoes.
How people become “those parents” you despised as a waitress in college when you take a baby starting finger foods to a restaurant. Sometimes, getting him out of the restaurant before the bedtime meltdown ensues takes precedence over cleaning up the hundreds of Puffs left below his highchair.
How easy it is to dread shopping for clothes for yourself when shopping for baby clothes is so much more fun. They are cheaper, cuter, and you don’t have to worry about finding the right style to hide that troublesome midsection.
How, no matter how little sleep you had the night before or how many times you had to make the trek to the nursery to replace a pacifier, tighten the swaddle, feed the baby or change a diaper, it is impossible to not be a morning person when your baby greets you every day with a smile that makes your heart melt.
Yes, it’s true you understand a lot more when you become a mom (or, in general, a parent). You understand why all those mothers you used to think were crazy did the things they did (most of the time, sometimes there really are just crazy people out there). You will do things that at the end of the day you can only laugh at, sigh to yourself, and acknowledge out loud, “I am SO that mom”
Thursday, April 22, 2010
on my mind
1. Don't be a butt.
2. Appreciate people. Unless they're butts.
3. Love God
4. Be honest
5. Be kind
6. Respect peoples wishes
7. Allow endings
8. Fail openly
9. Have an amazing haircut
10. Enjoy the moment
11. Pay Attention
12. Love Unconditionally.
13. Dream.
2. Appreciate people. Unless they're butts.
3. Love God
4. Be honest
5. Be kind
6. Respect peoples wishes
7. Allow endings
8. Fail openly
9. Have an amazing haircut
10. Enjoy the moment
11. Pay Attention
12. Love Unconditionally.
13. Dream.
forgiven again...
Forgiven...Again
Do you ever wish you could go back in time? Where would you go? What would you do?
Some would go back and attempt to change history. You know, make sure Adolph Hitler never gets to purchase that 'how to be an evil dictator kit.' Or the folks that doubted that Mt. Vesuvius was going to blow would make it out of Pompeii in time to avoid the lava bath.
Others would go back in time to make easy money. Simple plan, just head back to the 1970's and put some serious bank in the little known company called Microsoft, and you're pretty much set for life. Or you could really impress your friends by knowing every Super Bowl and World Series champion year after year after year.
But then there are the people like me who would go back for a very different reason...which would be this:
Change
We look back in time and see all the forks in the road of life where we took the wrong turn, and permanent damage was done. All the unkind things we said, all the bad choices that we now regret, all the amazing opportunities that were given, but wasted.
That's kinda the premise of the film 17 Again starring 'I'm not just the High School Musical star' Zac Efron (Vanessa Hudgens not included). Zac plays a character that regrets missed opportunities from High School and is transformed into a 17 year old and given a second chance to be a basketball rock star. Of course, this is just a movie, right? But in real life, we can't go back and change our mistakes. Maybe that's what makes this film intriguing to so many...because it's captivating to think that there is a way we could unload guilt and regret from the past.
I have some great news for you. There actually is a way to change your past. It doesn't involve a time machine or an age transformation; it is actually much more radical change. What I'm talking about is a deeply personal experience that is a complete renovation of your soul and perspective on your past.
Are you in? If so, read through the promises listed below that come from God Himself:
But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness (1 John 1:9).
For his unfailing love toward those who fear Him is as great as the height of the heavens above the earth. He has removed our sins as far from us as the east is from the west (Psalm 103:11-12).
Once again you will have compassion on us. You will trample our sins under your feet and throw them into the depths of the ocean! (Micah 7:19).
This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun! (2 Corinthians 5:17).
These passages from the Bible are more than just words. They are pledges from the God of the universe who does not lie and who does not change. When you trust Jesus as your only hope of salvation, your past is dissolved like a drop of ink in a sea of pure water.
And now, here's the best part. Not only is your past forgiven, but even the things that haunt you in quiet moments can be used by God for your ultimate good:
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them (Romans 8:28).
Isn't this amazing? The stupid things we've done, the hurts we've caused, even the opportunities we missed are dark colors that God takes and transforms into a beautiful and bright picture when we leave it in His hands.
Bottom line: we can't go back and physically change the things that have happened, and we can't be transformed into a kid...but...we can gather all the sadness and remorse from our past and give it to the God who truly makes all things new.
So are you ready to be forgiven...again?
Do you ever wish you could go back in time? Where would you go? What would you do?
Some would go back and attempt to change history. You know, make sure Adolph Hitler never gets to purchase that 'how to be an evil dictator kit.' Or the folks that doubted that Mt. Vesuvius was going to blow would make it out of Pompeii in time to avoid the lava bath.
Others would go back in time to make easy money. Simple plan, just head back to the 1970's and put some serious bank in the little known company called Microsoft, and you're pretty much set for life. Or you could really impress your friends by knowing every Super Bowl and World Series champion year after year after year.
But then there are the people like me who would go back for a very different reason...which would be this:
Change
We look back in time and see all the forks in the road of life where we took the wrong turn, and permanent damage was done. All the unkind things we said, all the bad choices that we now regret, all the amazing opportunities that were given, but wasted.
That's kinda the premise of the film 17 Again starring 'I'm not just the High School Musical star' Zac Efron (Vanessa Hudgens not included). Zac plays a character that regrets missed opportunities from High School and is transformed into a 17 year old and given a second chance to be a basketball rock star. Of course, this is just a movie, right? But in real life, we can't go back and change our mistakes. Maybe that's what makes this film intriguing to so many...because it's captivating to think that there is a way we could unload guilt and regret from the past.
I have some great news for you. There actually is a way to change your past. It doesn't involve a time machine or an age transformation; it is actually much more radical change. What I'm talking about is a deeply personal experience that is a complete renovation of your soul and perspective on your past.
Are you in? If so, read through the promises listed below that come from God Himself:
But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness (1 John 1:9).
For his unfailing love toward those who fear Him is as great as the height of the heavens above the earth. He has removed our sins as far from us as the east is from the west (Psalm 103:11-12).
Once again you will have compassion on us. You will trample our sins under your feet and throw them into the depths of the ocean! (Micah 7:19).
This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun! (2 Corinthians 5:17).
These passages from the Bible are more than just words. They are pledges from the God of the universe who does not lie and who does not change. When you trust Jesus as your only hope of salvation, your past is dissolved like a drop of ink in a sea of pure water.
And now, here's the best part. Not only is your past forgiven, but even the things that haunt you in quiet moments can be used by God for your ultimate good:
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them (Romans 8:28).
Isn't this amazing? The stupid things we've done, the hurts we've caused, even the opportunities we missed are dark colors that God takes and transforms into a beautiful and bright picture when we leave it in His hands.
Bottom line: we can't go back and physically change the things that have happened, and we can't be transformed into a kid...but...we can gather all the sadness and remorse from our past and give it to the God who truly makes all things new.
So are you ready to be forgiven...again?
You ate a what?
A few things that have come out of my mouth in the past few weeks:
Lucas, you can't let Cason suck on your finger. You're finger is dirty.
No, you can't pull the snail out if it's shell. It will hurt it. No, we can't take him to the doctor.
No, Lucas, you are not taller than me. Yes, one day you will be, but today, you are not.
NO, you're foot is not a "private" part.
Yes, Cason will always be younger than you. But that doesn't mean that you will always be bigger than him. Because that's just the way it is.
You ate a what?
How in the world did you get cheese in your ear?
Your friends at school got in trouble for saying what?
I don't know why Cason's boogers are so big or why his poop is yellow.
I'll pray that your friends don't get their color changed tomorrow at school too.
I'M SO PROUD TO BE YOUR MOMMMY, I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER !!
Lucas, you can't let Cason suck on your finger. You're finger is dirty.
No, you can't pull the snail out if it's shell. It will hurt it. No, we can't take him to the doctor.
No, Lucas, you are not taller than me. Yes, one day you will be, but today, you are not.
NO, you're foot is not a "private" part.
Yes, Cason will always be younger than you. But that doesn't mean that you will always be bigger than him. Because that's just the way it is.
You ate a what?
How in the world did you get cheese in your ear?
Your friends at school got in trouble for saying what?
I don't know why Cason's boogers are so big or why his poop is yellow.
I'll pray that your friends don't get their color changed tomorrow at school too.
I'M SO PROUD TO BE YOUR MOMMMY, I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER !!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I love it when....
Lucas tells me I’m his best Mommy ever (even though I’m his ONLY mommy… hehe)
I catch Heath staring at me!
I walk in the room and as soon as Cason sees me or hears my voice, he breaks out in the biggest smile and his eyes light up!
Lucas picks me flowers.
People tell me how cute/smart/good/loving/funny my little boy is!
It is sunshining and raining at the same time.
We go fishing!
My hubby tells me what a beautiful mother I have become.
We lie in the bed snuggled up with our boys on Saturday mornings.
Lucas plays t-ball!
Cason laughs and smiles at us.
I watch my two precious boys interact with each other!
I realize (pretty much daily) how much God has blessed my little family.
I catch Heath staring at me!
I walk in the room and as soon as Cason sees me or hears my voice, he breaks out in the biggest smile and his eyes light up!
Lucas picks me flowers.
People tell me how cute/smart/good/loving/funny my little boy is!
It is sunshining and raining at the same time.
We go fishing!
My hubby tells me what a beautiful mother I have become.
We lie in the bed snuggled up with our boys on Saturday mornings.
Lucas plays t-ball!
Cason laughs and smiles at us.
I watch my two precious boys interact with each other!
I realize (pretty much daily) how much God has blessed my little family.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Dear Cason...
Dear Cason,
Today, My little blue-eyed butterball, you are 2 months, 1 week and 3 days old!
You weigh approximately 14 lbs and are a little over 24 inches long. You are a very healthy baby boy.
You love to eat. Especially at night when you get to nurse. You like your bottle of mommy milk too, but would much prefer to be snuggled up close to your mommy!
You wear some size 0-3 month clothes but they are pretty snug so we are dressing you mostly in 3-6 month sizes.
You love to kick the socks off of your feet, and you also don’t like to have your feet messed with.
You don’t have any teeth yet but I can ALMOST see one underneath your gums.
You love your big brother and your Daddy! Another Daddy’s boy in the making.
I love to see your sweet little smile, especially when you are nursing and look up with me and flash that grin.
You sleep well for the most part, usually only waking up around 3:30 in the morning for a pre-breakfast snack. You are usually awake for the day by 6:30, with a few naps throughout the day.
Unlike your big brother, you love your pacifier.
You love to get in your stroller and “take a stroll”. Anything outside suits you. If you are upset or crying, the minute we walk outside you become calm and cool. You love looking up at the trees. You also enjoy laying in front of the big window in your room.
We already love you so much and can’t really imagine our lives without you. Your little personality is beginning to show and you fit in our little family just perfectly!
Today, My little blue-eyed butterball, you are 2 months, 1 week and 3 days old!
You weigh approximately 14 lbs and are a little over 24 inches long. You are a very healthy baby boy.
You love to eat. Especially at night when you get to nurse. You like your bottle of mommy milk too, but would much prefer to be snuggled up close to your mommy!
You wear some size 0-3 month clothes but they are pretty snug so we are dressing you mostly in 3-6 month sizes.
You love to kick the socks off of your feet, and you also don’t like to have your feet messed with.
You don’t have any teeth yet but I can ALMOST see one underneath your gums.
You love your big brother and your Daddy! Another Daddy’s boy in the making.
I love to see your sweet little smile, especially when you are nursing and look up with me and flash that grin.
You sleep well for the most part, usually only waking up around 3:30 in the morning for a pre-breakfast snack. You are usually awake for the day by 6:30, with a few naps throughout the day.
Unlike your big brother, you love your pacifier.
You love to get in your stroller and “take a stroll”. Anything outside suits you. If you are upset or crying, the minute we walk outside you become calm and cool. You love looking up at the trees. You also enjoy laying in front of the big window in your room.
We already love you so much and can’t really imagine our lives without you. Your little personality is beginning to show and you fit in our little family just perfectly!
The Vault
The vault is a big, dark place. It stays locked. It has been locked for many a year. And, quite honestly, I don’t think it will ever be unlocked.
The vault, you see, is the many secrets that are floating about in my family, the secrets that are not talked about.
The vault only has one manager who holds the single key. And she will not budge. Seventy-seven years of secrets and stories lie within the vault, in her mind. Stories of abusive husbands. Drunken wives. Adolescent sex. Broken marriages, love affairs, and bastard children. These things, and so many more, are all within said vault. And my crazy family is at the root of all of them. This single, solitary person who holds all the background and history is my grandma. I’m going to write a book about my ridiculously insane family and the crazy women that run it. More to follow…
The vault, you see, is the many secrets that are floating about in my family, the secrets that are not talked about.
The vault only has one manager who holds the single key. And she will not budge. Seventy-seven years of secrets and stories lie within the vault, in her mind. Stories of abusive husbands. Drunken wives. Adolescent sex. Broken marriages, love affairs, and bastard children. These things, and so many more, are all within said vault. And my crazy family is at the root of all of them. This single, solitary person who holds all the background and history is my grandma. I’m going to write a book about my ridiculously insane family and the crazy women that run it. More to follow…
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Tingles...
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It is official. I love the Pioneer Woman! I love her “confessions”, I love her photography, I love her cooking and recipes, I love that she homeschools. I love her dogs, her horses, her house, her ranch, and her kids. And, if a grown, married woman can have a crush… I have one on her husband, affectionately referred to as “the Marlboro Man”. And like Pdub, I love his Wranglers.
But, in all reality and actuality, as I think about it, the qualities that I love about him are the same qualities that I love about Heath. He’s strong. He’s hard headed. He’s honest – even when it hurts. He’s loving and playful and smart as a whip. He’s a wonderful Daddy. He's rugged and even dirty and sweaty, he's sexy as all get out. He's sweet, thoughtful and silly. And those arms… oh, those arms… my Captain Forearms. And, He makes my hiney tingle, still.
If you haven’t noticed I’m not even describing MM anymore… I am describing my man! He may not be perfect, but he sure is a perfect match for me and a perfect Daddy to our two boys. And I love him for that.
But, in all reality and actuality, as I think about it, the qualities that I love about him are the same qualities that I love about Heath. He’s strong. He’s hard headed. He’s honest – even when it hurts. He’s loving and playful and smart as a whip. He’s a wonderful Daddy. He's rugged and even dirty and sweaty, he's sexy as all get out. He's sweet, thoughtful and silly. And those arms… oh, those arms… my Captain Forearms. And, He makes my hiney tingle, still.
If you haven’t noticed I’m not even describing MM anymore… I am describing my man! He may not be perfect, but he sure is a perfect match for me and a perfect Daddy to our two boys. And I love him for that.
Marching into Spring...
Can’t believe April is already upon us and in full swing. The month of March was full of lots of fun stuff: t-ball, Heath’s birthday, new recipes, old friends, Cason’s 2-month check-up, family, exciting new Arbonne events, Easter celebrations and egg hunts at Lucas’ school, many afternoons fishing, riding four-wheelers, and many beautiful days together.
One bittersweet milestone – my return to work from 7 glorious weeks of maternity leave. Can’t avoid the inevitable, I guess! It’s nice to be back in the swing of things at work but I sure do miss being home with my babies. One of those ordeals that most mothers face is the decision whether to return to work or not. I was fortunate to be able to stay home with Lucas until he was a year old. I would not trade that time for anything in the world. With the economy the way it is not, it’s not a very reasonable idea to stay home this time around. Soon, though, very soon, I will be making enough money through my second job, Arbonne, to do just that. I am running purely on faith! I know that God intended for me to be home and take care of my babies. It will all happen in HIS time and I keep reminding myself of that.
Cason’s two month appointment went well. He is a healthy little boy! He is in the 98th percentile for height, and the 95th for weight. IN other words, he is the size of an average 4-month old. Guess mommy’s milk is doing him good. He is beginning to really like to “talk” to us – “goo-ing” and “ahh-ing”. His most vocal times are usually when Lucas is playing with him! I can’t wait to see them interact more and more as time goes on. Cason has the sweetest little smile. It could be referred to as a “toothy” grin, but he has no teeth!
Lucas’ world lately is full of t-ball, riding his new four wheeler, playing “army” with the neighborhood boys, and just being a little boy. He is growing up so fast. He is so much like Heath in personality it’s unbelievable. I love watching the two of them together! Like a little mini-me.
Looking forward to the rest of the month of April: Heath and I enjoyed a “date” already once this month. We went out to eat, ALONE! Then, we spent some time at the Walker Co. Fair cookoff this past Friday night with friends. We have close friends that will be having their baby boy (Due 4/28), Conner. Can’t wait to meet him. Conner’s dad, Adam, Heath and Jonathan were good friends growing up and we have a feeling that Lucas, Cason and Conner will be the same way! Look out world for the Jackson and Graham boys, 2nd generation! We also have several more t-ball games this month, as well as Heath’s mom’s 60th birthday.
One bittersweet milestone – my return to work from 7 glorious weeks of maternity leave. Can’t avoid the inevitable, I guess! It’s nice to be back in the swing of things at work but I sure do miss being home with my babies. One of those ordeals that most mothers face is the decision whether to return to work or not. I was fortunate to be able to stay home with Lucas until he was a year old. I would not trade that time for anything in the world. With the economy the way it is not, it’s not a very reasonable idea to stay home this time around. Soon, though, very soon, I will be making enough money through my second job, Arbonne, to do just that. I am running purely on faith! I know that God intended for me to be home and take care of my babies. It will all happen in HIS time and I keep reminding myself of that.
Cason’s two month appointment went well. He is a healthy little boy! He is in the 98th percentile for height, and the 95th for weight. IN other words, he is the size of an average 4-month old. Guess mommy’s milk is doing him good. He is beginning to really like to “talk” to us – “goo-ing” and “ahh-ing”. His most vocal times are usually when Lucas is playing with him! I can’t wait to see them interact more and more as time goes on. Cason has the sweetest little smile. It could be referred to as a “toothy” grin, but he has no teeth!
Lucas’ world lately is full of t-ball, riding his new four wheeler, playing “army” with the neighborhood boys, and just being a little boy. He is growing up so fast. He is so much like Heath in personality it’s unbelievable. I love watching the two of them together! Like a little mini-me.
Looking forward to the rest of the month of April: Heath and I enjoyed a “date” already once this month. We went out to eat, ALONE! Then, we spent some time at the Walker Co. Fair cookoff this past Friday night with friends. We have close friends that will be having their baby boy (Due 4/28), Conner. Can’t wait to meet him. Conner’s dad, Adam, Heath and Jonathan were good friends growing up and we have a feeling that Lucas, Cason and Conner will be the same way! Look out world for the Jackson and Graham boys, 2nd generation! We also have several more t-ball games this month, as well as Heath’s mom’s 60th birthday.
HE IS NOT HERE
HE IS NOT HERE
HE HAS RISEN
JUST AS HE SAID HE WOULD.
When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus' body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, "Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?"
But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, 'He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.' "
MARK 16:1-8
HE HAS RISEN
JUST AS HE SAID HE WOULD.
When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus' body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, "Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?"
But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, 'He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.' "
MARK 16:1-8
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