Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Amazing Things

First off, the amazing thing about this post is NOT that I'm actually posting something on this neglected blog…I mean, it kind of is surprising, but not amazing.

Now then, real-time amazing thing number one: we live in Georgia! Hallelu!
I didn't really expect us to move back to Georgia in all the years we've been away. We wanted generally to be nearer to family, and we thought that maybe Huntsville might do the job, but the Lord had other plans and we are joyfully right down the street from my parents! We're talking about family night dinners, people more than willing to babysit, visits from friends that we used only see a few times a year that are now only 20 minutes away. This is a very good thing.

Real-time amazing thing number two: The girls' adopted grandmother and our midwife, "Mamsie" felt of our little bitty bitty baby yesterday. I'm only seven weeks along, and we could feel the baby's teeny arms and legs - this baby is still too small to be able to hear the heartbeat on a dopplar, but we could feel that he/she is THERE. Wow. Wow. WOW. Amazing.

And I guess you've realized it by now, but we'll have baby number three in early May - Lord willing. Funny thing: my due date this time is exactly the same as my due date with Hattie. She thinks she's getting a baby for her birthday - and she very well might. Hattie is convinced it's boy (and she was aggravated with her little cousin for saying she'd have a brother. "Elliott says it's a brother, but I say it's a boy.") But boy or girl, she still tells this little one good morning and good night every day - sweet as she can be, and I think Adele is starting to get some inkling that we're not just talking about her when we talk about the baby. She's going to be in for a culture shock, that one.

So there you have it. Amazing things from me to you.

PS one more amazing thing: PICTURES from our beach trip a couple of weeks ago.

Come to the beach, put your feet in a bucket of water, because it's way better than getting near the ocean.

This look. One of so many.

Fishing with Daddy, a big deal and short lived.

Matching souvenir shirts. :)

Monday, September 1, 2014

P-P-P-Packing AND S-S-Stickers

I've been packing for ages. Well, sort of since June - because I get excited about possibilities. But we're finally getting down to the wire. 

It's a mental challenge. I'm packing for storage. For an apartment. For what stays near the front of storage. For a weekend trip. For a week-long trip. For leftover days in between. And as ardently as I try, usually what happens when I divvy up the suitcases like this is that ALL of the suitcases are required for every night. {Which is, of course, no help at all…except that what you need IS there in spite of having to dig through 15lbs of clothes to get to it.}

I tell you one thing though, for so much of my household to be boxed up - it seems like the house is just as strewn with toys and junk as ever. 
But I know the cause of this. Stickers. My children love them, and I forget that I hate them. I lose my mind when I see free or nearly free stickers (ahem Dollar Tree, 400 for $1!), and all I can think is that the girls will love these, and then one day later when all the stickers are stuck all over the floor and all  the in between pieces of sticker pages are stuck to my foot, I cringe and say, "Whatever stickers are still on still on the floor by the time I count to ten are getting thrown away." And Hattie picks up the mostly whole sheets, conveniently leaving for me all the ones stuck to the carpet after I've gotten to ten, and then I think, "Stickers! Arg!"But they were my fault in the first place, because I lost my mind when I saw them. 

Moreover, stickers are not even something that one has to weigh the pros and cons of before having children. So there. I'm a mother with a sometime absent brain, but I do have the cutest children on the face of the earth….and I guess it's a pretty good trade. 

Friday, August 22, 2014

A Friday

We have a Mellow Mushroom lunch date today. And the problem I'm facing is whether to eat a snack now or languish with my hunger pangs until 11:30{...but of course it would probably closer to noon before the food arrives, so that settles it. I'm going to eat now, or soon.}

Emery used to say that he wouldn't mind eating eggs everyday, to which I would usually reply, "Ugh, Eggs every day? No way!" Well, I've made him eggs every morning this week, and he hasn't grown tired of them, and I have chosen not to participate in the egg eating every morning.

This morning was a jubilant one in our home. Case-in-point: I was not woken up by anyone during the night. I actually slept so hard that I couldn't remember if I'd gotten up or not, and I had to count the stash of pacis on my bedside table to verify that it was the same number as when I'd gone to bed. After having rested so well, I found myself ready to greet the day at 5:45 (instead of being bleary eyed at 6:10). AND Hattie woke up dry for the third morning in a row!!! Hallelujah!!!!
It can't help but be a good day with a start like that, right?!?

I'd also like you to know that Adele is proficient at saying hallelujah, and it's awfully cute.

Happy Friday, the weekend is drawing near! Praise the LORD!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Of goals.

I'm not much of a goal setter. Never have been.
When people would ask what my New Year's Resolutions were, I would falter because I never made any.

Thankfully, things change. Children help change things for sure. And since becoming a mother, my non-exsistant goals morphed into things like: GET THIS BABY WEANED, GO ON A DATE, SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT.
…all of which would eventually happen, but I wanted to work towards them.

In the last week, I've been setting real, everyday goals.
Goals that I could only start to achieve because the baby has been weaned and sleeps in her own bed all night.

I'm purposing to get up at 6am with Emery, make him breakfast, and have quiet time before the girls wake up.

And to cultivate a merry heart & atmosphere for our home.

I'm excited about these things.
But I confess, I too easily compare myself to others, and just this morning I saw on moneysaving mom.com that she's purposing to get up at 4:30 everyday to write a book and run and stuff…and I got a little bummed out at my measly little goal. BUT, she's in a different stage of life altogether, and I have to do what works best for my family - not what looks best on paper.

You can pray for me that as we move from our nice three bedroom house to a teeny one bedroom apartment, that I'll have the courage to keep making Emery breakfast at the risk of waking the girls - whose beds will be right there in the living room/kitchen area.

P.S. Sorry that updating my blog with any semblance of regularity has not been one of my goals lately!

Friday, July 11, 2014

Good morning, beautiful

It's a gorgeous, dewy morning here in central Mississippi.
I love how the morning sun filters through the leaves of our birch tree.

We've had more than a week of travels, and I think, after almost a week of recuperation, we're getting back to normal-ish.
That is, if normal-ish means that your toddler forgot how to control her bladder whilst on the road, and it seems like you're back to square one with potty training. And if normal-ish means working on day-time weaning Adele, which she isn't so thrilled about and woke up nearly every hour to try to compensate.
But my kitchen is clean. The laundry was finished yesterday.
These are good things.

It's funny how things change. I've always appreciated nice landscaping, and when I watched that house-hunters international, I would be shocked at how the driveways in Ireland were paved right up to the house. No bushes or anything. Well, in the last week, I've found myself praising a potential house because there was, "no fussy landscaping". It's a season of life. I don't have time to prune and weed and   mulch flower beds. I count myself a success if I can remember to put the potted plants in the rain and sunshine sometimes…the ones that aren't dead already. It's just the way it is. Maybe when my children are a little bigger I'll be able to appreciate landscaping again. Who knows?

Happy Friday, friends.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

wedding thoughts.

A good friend of mine is getting married. Soon.
There are so many things I want to talk about with her; Things I want to tell her about how much fun it is to be married to your best friend. But it feels like there isn't time. She's planning a wedding after all, and is, I'm sure, busier than a one-armed wallpaper hanger, and I, of course, have my two littles always near my feet - and it's hard to talk much with those blessed little distractions.

We went shopping for her wedding gift today. I'm afraid I'm the type of person who looks at a registry and then promptly disregards it. That's mostly because I like to do wedding shopping at places similar to TJMaxx or HomeGoods, and you never know what you'll find there.
I do try to note color themes from a registry and buy things that won't clash (too badly). Sometimes it's challenging to find things that fit what I think a person would like rather than just what I would like -- though I Never buy a gift that I wouldn't like to receive…but especially when you haven't spent much time around the bride and groom and aren't really sure what their cumulative tastes might be. But that, "I hope they like this!" feeling is a little edgy and exciting, and since you'll probably never know if they don't like it - all the better.

But marriage. Only God could have designed it so.
Women need love. Men need respect. That's clear as day in the bible, and it's so completely true.

And those newlywed days are so sweet. You're so delighted just to be together.
But you have no idea why on earth he would do something in that particular way, and he has no idea why you would be crying over that. He probably has no idea how he hurt your feelings, and it's all so new that it's hard to deal with the situation. And it's shocking that he doesn't do things the way your daddy and brothers do (which seems like absolutely the best way, of course), and, of course, he has very specific reasons why he does things the way that he does - even though it's different from what you're used to.
It's like the old toilet paper roll backwards or forwards debate. Do you twist or roll the toothpaste tube? Does it make any significant difference? Not a bit, but you're learning more about each other everyday.

You get to be your spouse's best friend. It takes work and time, but it's more precious than can be expressed.
Make your days special. Make memories. Dance in the rain. Arrange your little home. Smile. Laugh.
Have picnics. Make coffee with whipped cream on top. Snuggle. Work together. Smile some more. Smile so much your face hurts.
It's such fun. Relish each moment.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

You might as well know….

….. I've got the fever.

Baby fever.

It became official to me on Saturday. We were shopping at Target, and I found myself gushing over the littleness of bitty baby shoes and preemptively buying maternity pants (because they were on sale and looked SO comfortable).
I knew I had almost swooned over the size of a friend's newborn a few days before, but there at Target, I realized that I had the fever for sure and certain.

I'll also tell you that I'm wearing those comfortable maternity pants right now, because this mama isn't ashamed to wear maternity clothes when I'm not pregnant….except when it's the 4th trimester and I'm so over having to wear maternity. But that's another story.

I'm not saying I'll have any announcements anytime soon, but I sure wouldn't mind having something to announce.  So there.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Singing School

I try to be real here. {Isn't that the mantra of most mommy-bloggers these days?}

This is singing school week, and we're beat tired. Adele fell asleep in her high chair while I was taking a shower. That kind of tired.

I was dreading singing school this year. I shouldn't have, but I was. In case you don't know, we're hymn-singing Baptists. Primitive Baptist. No accompaniment. Just voices praising the Lord.

A cappella.

{Do you remember that Andy Griffeth episode when Andy asks Barney what he would do if he was asked to sing a cappella? "Well, I'd sing it Andy. A cappella. (snapping) A cappella. A cappella. I just can't remember all the words, Andy."} Lol.

We sing shape-notes.  "Do" is a triangle. "Re" looks like a bowl and so on. "Sol" happens to look like a note in regular music, and consequently, if we come across a piece of non-shape-note music, it all looks like "sol"s to us.

Anyway, I was not looking forward to this week of learning music. I was raised going to singing school almost every year, plus I was in the band in school, so music was something I was very familiar with, but my girls are just learning. So, we've spent the week in the preschool class - though I've longed to be singing with the advanced group.
As tiring as this week has been, it's been lots of fun - which I should have expected. And what's more, this mama has gotten to visit with other mamas all week which is both rare and very enjoyable.

Next week, we'll probably hibernate. I'll probably wish we were doing it right now but alas, singing school only comes once a year at our church, so we'd better soak it up.

Hugs. Its time to sing!

Friday, June 6, 2014

Life is funny

Life seems all kinds of funny today.

Case-in-point: I have a crock pot of beans cooking in the bathroom.

Our a/c is not working right, and I'm trying to avoid heating up the whole kitchen and living room…so into the bathroom the crockpot went. If I had a garage, I'd have put it there.
And we're having guests tonight - which means I want the house to be at a semi-comfortable temp, if possible.

Also, I got Emery his Father's day gift yesterday and, as usual, gave it to him already. He has a trip coming up and needed a new suitcase, but since I don't have any place to actually hide a suitcase AND because I have NO self control when it comes to gift giving, I just left it out the couch with a few things  I knew he would appreciate inside.

Anywhoo, happy friday!

Sunday, June 1, 2014


We travel some.
Not like those who live in a RV and are always on the road, but in the last two months we've spent two separate weeks on the road….and being away from home for that long wears. me. out.

There's something about coming home. Suddenly you can relax. The children run around embracing their favorite things that they've missed to pieces and didn't know it until they returned.
And you're together as a family at home. No other people around, which is a welcome change.

{Not that we don't like other people, but everyone in my family is more at ease when it's just us.}

And so, home is delightful.
There are mountains of laundry to be ironed and put away. There are toys and books and shoes and dishes to take care of, but these things will wait till Monday. Today we're resting. Doing our usual Sunday thing, soaking up the beauty of being home, together.

By the way, how is it already JUNE?? Can someone please tell me what happened to the first half of the year?