Friday, September 30, 2011
"Friends, after an unexpected meeting with a sweet friend this evening, I am reminded of the awesome power of our God. Suffice to say, that I have never stopped believing, even after 7 failed back surgeries and now an internal pain pump that God could heal Frank. Would you please join me, in praying specifically for Frank (I know so many of you have prayed with us for so long) tomorrow at 4pm for healing, for acceptance, for whatever God has for us, but I know that He has promised his plans for us, for all of us, are good. I realize this may be his plan and we will continue to walk faithfully...we are tired. God is good."
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
How did it start? Caden LOVES music. Anything musical; everything can be turned into a drum or microphone. I mean I know all kids love music but Caden is somewhat obsessed. I digress. A couple months ago, Mollie (my 17-year old sister) came over and we rented "Never Say Never" (Basically, a documentary about J. Biebs). Caden LOVED it....he wanted to watch the music over and over again. So then I got to thinking...if this movie will keep him entertained what if I pull up the music video on youtube? And that is how it started. I needed to start cooking dinner one night so I showed him this video...and well, the rest is history:)
SO here is out own version (I put the lyrics below in case you dont already know them:)
disclaimor: I did not teach him any of the words; he picked it up on his own
I know you love me
I know you care
Just shout whenever
And I'll be there
You are my love
You are my heart
And we will never, ever, ever be apart
Are we an item?
Girl quit playin
Are we just friends?
What are you sayin?
Say there's another and look right in my eyes
My first love broke my heart for the first time and I was like
Baby, baby, baby OH
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
- Chris's NEW JOB!
- Charlie is walking and "talking"
- The best new spot to take kiddos
- and WAY MORE:)
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Why I kept doing it: It saves a LOT of money. simple as that. When your baby starts eating 2 containers/jars of food 3x a day it doesnt seem like much (it is about $1 for 2 things of baby food) BUT add it up and that is $21.00 a week. I spend $20.00 on fresh produce and it is enough food for over 2 month.
Here is my super-easy-cheapest-quickest way to food:
Step 2: Cut it
Step 3 & 4: Water it (2 tblspns. of water). Cover it (w/plastic wrap)
Step 5: Cook it. (depending on the food microwave anywhere from 8-12 minutes)
Step 6: Puree it. (I just use my blender)
Step 7: Pour it.
Step 8: Freeze it.
Step 9: Bag it.
There are a TON of variations of adding spices, etc. but we just keep it simple!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
definition: the name created for the irrational guilt moms (at least this mom!) feel all to frequently! ( I googled "guilty mom syndrome" and got 75,000 hits!)
Every day I wake up with the best intentions. Today, I will play with my kids; they will each get an equal amount of my undivided attention. I will teach them, laugh with them, be patient with them and love them like crazy. Then my kids wake up. We go through the grind of what is known as every day life. and dont get me wrong, we enjoy eachother and make memories and laugh and love and play; but somedays we do good just to survive:) Then as my babies are fast asleep the guilt/doubt/second guessing comes quietly creeping in. No; it hits me like a ton of bricks.
"You didnt spend enough quality time with Charlie"
"Caden didnt learn anything at all"
"You were way too impatient, checked your email too much, didn't make the right choice when it came to disciplining, __________________ , and on and on and on and on....
It has gotten much worse with 2 kids. the guilt. the "how can you say you want more kids when you cannot even handle the 2 you have?" Where does this guilt come from? I honestly believe that it is nothing more than Satan coming and attacking me where I am weak. where it will hurt the most. So how do I combat it? I pray. hard and often. I constantly remind myself of biblical "truths," I call my (best) friends and cry to them and unload on them. thank.God.for.friends. I call my mom.
If you are suffering from GMS; there is just one thing you can do. Keep loving your babies. Love them hard. And on days when it is really bad; pick them up snuggle them, hug them, kiss them, pray for them and just be with them. because at the end of the day; all that matters is that our children know they are loved.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I am a sweatpants kinda girl. Seriously. I can usually be found in sweatpants and t-shirts. When I saw an infomercial for pajama jeans I really started to laugh out loud. Maybe it is because I am tired; but have y'all seen this commercial? Maybe it is the serious "look like denim; but feel like sweatpants" vibe; but I mean really? I am not the kinda girl that can even pull off the "strechy" jeans. Nope. I need the real-life; stiff out of the dryer walk around and do lunges, 100% cotton-made to fit your figure kinda jeans.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I am way behind on blogging (just one of the many things that "go" when you have another baby;) To say this week has been a week of transitions for Caden woul dbe an understatement. Monday, he threw his paci's away. I knew it was coming. He just turned 2 so I figured we would get rid of them soon. He woke up from his nap one day and I said, "Caden, do you want to throw your paci away?" and he said "uh-huh." And really, that was the end of that. Easy enough. Thursday he decided to he was completely done sleeping in his crib (this is for another post). I wish I could say that transition has been as easy as the paci's. i. am. tired.