Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Our Moonflowers

 For some reason unbeknownst to me, we decided to plant moon flower seeds in the spring. The idea sounded charming and alluring, and maybe even romantic...however the real facts of the matter are that the girls go to bed early and we don't linger around ourselves. Consequently, last night was the very first night we've seen it bloom. The flowers were stunning, and had there been a nice, bright moon shining on them, the effect would have been sublime, but I was satisfied to have at least seen them bloom once. Who knows, maybe I'll take a wild hair and starting staying up with the very intention of seeing my flowers bloom....I wouldn't bet on it though.

 Our little five month old baby has learned to sit up by herself lately. Her balance is improving quickly and she's catching herself from falling over more and more. How is she to this stage already?!?

Hattie really enjoys reading her "Bible". We've been doing catechism questions with her for about a month, and I watching her little heart and mind be filled with the truths of the Bible.

 Hattie's new booster is the one we bought at the consignment sale. I'm excited that Adele is big enough to sit in the other booster and be at the table with us during meals. It was always a little frustrating that she had to be way down on the floor while we were eating; now it feels like she's more included, and I like that.

And here is our two-going-on-six year old. She looked so grown up this day. :)

Friday, August 23, 2013

Toxic Food

We hear a lot of talk these days about products being "non-toxic".....which I guess is one way of saying that it's okay for your child to chew on/drink from this. And I'm for making sure there isn't lead in the paint on toys or BPA in the plastic, but I think a large part of the way we, as Americans, eat should be labled toxic.

And it's killing us, and wreaking havoc on our kids. The poor youth of today have to struggle with taking x,y and z pharmaceutical to just be able to sit still, when so much, SO MUCH, could (and should) be helped by being mindful of what goes into their little bodies.

Red 40, High Fructose Corn Syrup, All number of preservatives. Filler and chemicals. Oye.

You probably knew we're gluten free. Almost a year ago, we learned that dairy and coffee can be cross reactors for people with gluten sensitivity....which is to say they can trigger the same reactions as wheat. So Emery went off dairy and coffee, and he felt better. We took Hattie off of wheat all together, and almost immediately, she started growing by leaps and bounds. I'm thinking that dairy is starting to give her trouble too, and here on her first day of me being purposeful in not giving her any cheese (a great love in her life), she's doing so much better. And she's been asleep for two hours. Ask me when she's napped for two hours? I haven't any idea; a long, long time.

It's not just belly aches. It's tantrums and set backs in potty training, and you could see in Hattie's face that she didn't want to be standing in a puddle. And that makes a mama's heart hurt.

I believe in real food.

But I hope I never become the mother who looks down her nose at someone else over a food choice.
"Oh, my child can't eat that."
I hope I can speak with grace about what's healthiest for my child and family.

...because these precious ones are my responsibility, and I believe feeding them well is an investment in their health for the rest of their lives.
Pay the grocer now or pay the doctor later.

I wasn't raised this way. It hasn't come easily. I still sometimes let my eyes linger on the Little Debbie snack cake section, knowing full well how tasty they might be. But my conscience gets the better of me, and I keep moving.
When I was in college, I -admittedly- didn't know much about nutrition and I really tried to weigh whether it was better to buy apples or a box of cookies, if each were the same price. To me it was all about calories....I needed to get the most calories for the money. (Which is why I bought honey-buns from the vending machine in high school at times, because it was really all about the calories to me.) Marrying Emery settled that decision for me, thankfully. I had to learn to cook gluten free, and of course, all of the processed foods were immediately scratched off the list.
I really do thank the LORD that my internal debate was answered in my husband. Really.
And the longer we've walked together, the more I've learned about being healthy and being healthy is important because we're called to be good stewards of what we've been given.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Consignment sale love.

Children's consignment sales. LOVE. I mean, really. Really, really.

I come away feeling so satisfied and triumphant. And I like that feeling. Saturday's sale was no different.
We were buying for Hattie as Adele is already set for the fall and winter, and as I skimmed the receipt, I found we bought 37 items for under a hundred dollars. Score!

And to further my excitement about our purchases, I just looked up a booster seat that we bought for $5 and it retails for $65! Wow, thank you LORD!

Hattie's is all girl and is thrilled with her new (to us) clothes and shoes.....and I am too. 

My word of advice: only go on half-price day. 

I love consignment sales. I'm like a kid in a candy store. You should go, too.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Liberation from the diaper bag

I've been liberated.
I wasn't sure it would happen. I didn't dream that it would.
But of a truth, I have graduated to my smaller purse, and what a glorious feeling it is.

I do love my diaper bags, aesthetically speaking. But one does tire of lugging around such a load, and especially if things are prone to fall out when you reach down to grab something. And we bought and fold-and-go potty seat for Hattie, so that fits in my bag MUCH better than its predecessor.

It's a small triumph, but it gladdens my day considerably.

......and yet it feels so insignificant to even type such a post after I've just read the blog of a friend whose baby boy just underwent cardiac surgery. So many people are bearing such heavy burdens, and I almost feel guilty that my little family is so happy and carefree at the moment. But we serve a God of joy; joy that goes beyond the circumstances of life, joy that is rooted in Christ.
I read the other day, "Joy is not the absence of trouble but the presence of Christ."

So, I'll be joyful in my situations, and I'll pray for those in the midst of the valleys, that they may find joy in the God of their salvation, however hard their path may be.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


If I were in the Hobbit, I'd never leave the Shire...or Rivendale, if I ever got there.

How could anyone resist those round doors of the Shire?

We started watching the Hobbit for the first time last night. Hattie was watching too, so we skipped through all the scary parts, but I didn't mind. I didn't want to see all the trolls and orcs anyway, and truly it didn't seem like we missed hardly any of the storyline.
This comes from the girl who fast forwarded through the Gladiator and just watched the dialogue scenes - there are remarkably few.