tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684286958478697152024-03-13T09:21:18.524-04:00Bumblebee GraceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger572125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-34428325789932716212012-12-03T10:18:00.003-05:002012-12-03T10:18:31.066-05:00Subscribing to the New BlogI had some kinks in the subscription to follow the new blog. My husband alerted me to it and I fixed it now. <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/QuietGraces">Click here to subscribe to my New Home!</a> And thank you for your patience!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-84991312945567759592012-11-19T15:50:00.001-05:002012-12-03T10:16:44.784-05:00Bumblebee Grace is Moving!Hi, there sweet folks who follow me, subscribe, or just pop in to say hello! I'm so glad to have had you on this journey :) <br />
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Melissa Aldrich.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-82248302900749405242012-11-16T15:00:00.001-05:002012-11-18T14:53:15.187-05:00Five Minute Friday: Stay<a href="http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Five Minute Friday"><img alt="Five Minute Friday" src="http://lisajobaker.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/5minutefriday.jpg" style="border: none;" title="Five Minute Friday" /></a><br />
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There are days when the fear reaches out like a lion on the prowl. It tries to swallow me up in one big bite.<br />
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Fear of what my friends think of my next biggest scheme. Fear if anybody would come over if I invited them. Fear that I am messing up my children up. Fear that I am wasting my one life.<br />
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But fear is just the uncomfortable place between staying where you are and birthing a new thing.<br />
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It's late one afternoon when I submit an application to be on <a href="http://www.incourage.me/2012/11/a-dare-for-you-to-keep-dreaming.html">Holley's "Dream Team."</a> I submit that application with a fleece-like prayer: Lord, if you want me to pursue photography next year, to pursue one session a month, then let me be accepted. <br />
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I was afraid to be accepted. I was afraid to stay unaccepted. But I pressed submit and leaned in to stay near Him. To see what holy wild he would call me to or ask me to stay within.<br />
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The email came on a Wednesday. The quiet yes. The beckoning to go. To pursue. To leave the place I am now and explore the new place. To walk into the unknown with fear as my companion, but faith in Him as my guide.<br />
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I click the shutter and smile. Apprehensive of what the next year holds, but too excited to stay in the same place.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-84507309972422277232012-11-15T11:59:00.002-05:002012-11-18T14:46:53.614-05:00Reach the sky{Plop! Thud! Boom} Aeralind falls off a chair for the third or fourth time today.<br />
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M: "Whew! Ya'll are clumsy today. Are you growing?"<br />
A: Yesth<br />
M: Are you going to be four feet taller by Monday?<br />
A: Yesth, then I can touch the sky. And do ballerinas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-48134305972268498382012-11-15T09:42:00.000-05:002012-11-18T14:18:00.927-05:00Toddler Activity of the Week: BalletWe're trying new activities over here and auditioning a couple of sports trying to find a fit to teach the girls some great life skills.<br />
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This week: Ballet<br />
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The teacher put down spots. The girls were familiar with these and actually stayed with them. One problem: the girls were separated by two classmates. Bronwyn waited a bit and then picked up her spot and moved it right next to her sister. Beautiful strong willed loyal Bronwyn.<br />
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Ballet instructions were followed. They plied, grand jeted, and twirled around the room. (They were really upset that they didn't have the proper shoes). The wore their tutus and laughed when Sedryn tried to join the open room multiple times! (I think ballet may be a good sport for his meticulous nature. Ha!)<br />
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Their teacher Mrs. Lindsay was amazing! Beyond amazing. Patient. Fun loving. Fast paced. Gentle. Didn't even mind herding cats. Between the two classes, Mrs. Lindsay was the obvious choice for me. She loved teaching and she loved her students. Oh, how I wanted her to be the hero they chose to teach them in these early years.<br />
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But the girls, they like gymnastics best. The craziness and the varied nature. The tumbling and climbing and bouncing. So soon that'll be where they stick their landing and take a few classes to learn life skills disguised with fun and nap inducing physical activity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-65562707401161088072012-11-12T16:03:00.000-05:002012-11-12T16:04:53.151-05:00Unanswered PrayerIt's no secret that I tote three kiddos around in the back of a Toyota Corolla. Three carseats smashed in that back seat like sardines (two Radians and a Scenera... poor baby in the middle). I love my Corolla, but it's just time for the mini-van. We were saving for it and praying for a van.<br />
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Late August Derek got in a wreck. He barely bumped the truck in front of him at 10mph, but sent the truck's trailer hitch right though his headlight and into the radiator. His 1999 Saturn was officially totaled a few days later.<br />
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We were committed to paying cash for our 'new' van and did not have nearly enough yet saved to purchase one even with the cash for his totaled car. We asked his very generous parent if they could lend us their "child emergency fund" and we could pay them back come spring and our tax return. They agreed and gave us a figure to shop for.<br />
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We had around $8000 total with his parent's loan and shopped in earnest. Being that we want to drive the 'new' van into the ground, we wanted her to last a good long while. We searched for as long as the insurance would let us keep a rental and then another 2 weeks I stayed at home while Derek took my car. We were interested in a few vans (and one Chrysler Pacifica Touring wagon/crossover), but they either came not passing inspection or would/could not drop the price to be in our range.<br />
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All the mini-van doors were closing and, yet, we had peace.<br />
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Our small group leaders talked to their car hoarding father about parting with their Toyota Camry. We purchased it a half week later for $500 less than the money received for the totaled Saturn.<br />
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We smiled at our still full emergency/saving account and had hope for purchasing a minivan in the spring. Yet, we still wondered why our van prayers were unanswered.<br />
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A week later we closed on a refinance of the house. We were bringing our interest rate WAY down and allowing ourselves to prepay an extra $200 a month toward being debt free. We had thought the process would be mostly free for us, but because our home valued at less than we thought, we were required to pay enough to bring the debt down to less than 90% of our house value. A $1000 dollars slipped out of our emergency savings toward being debt free.<br />
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Six weeks later, I elbowed Derek awake in the bed startled by a strange noise that sounded like a cross between a motorcycle and a cat in heat. He popped out of bed and immediately started flipping breakers off. Our air handler was having an issue. We called an HVAC service company. It not worth it to repair it, we had to replace it.<br />
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All of the remaining money except $300 disappeared from our emergency savings account. <br />
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All of our van money.<br />
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Gone in an instant. <br />
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Yet, Derek and I were giddy like the kids at the beach. We knew why we didn't own a van! We knew that our God had prepared us financially for this emergency (lows the week of no-heat hovered around 52 degrees IN the house) by saying no to our van dream at that time.<br />
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The day the repair was complete Derek opened an envelope and pulled out a check. He started laughing. <br />
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"What?" I said.<br />
"We just got a check for over a grand." He replied.<br />
I looked at him skeptically. "You're kidding, right?"<br />
"No. Really." He said between laughter. "It's the leftovers from our old mortgage escrow account."<br />
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Our emergency fund (which we try never to let go below a grand) was restored above that point.<br />
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I don't own a van. I still have three kids strapped across the back of a Sedan (though I'm currently driving the Camry so the kiddos have a wee bit more wiggle room). I don't even have 1/2 of what we had had saved for the van. <br />
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No, but I have a God who provided for all our needs through a very strange set of circumstances and the faith to trust him more. That's a pretty awesome trade-off, don't you think?<br />
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(Thanks here from our beach trip. Written in a spare notebook... taken awhile to track down the graces)<br />
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4533-4566<br />
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<li>Sunrise 9 stories high on the beach</li>
<li>Ham and eggs</li>
<li>Sand and pools</li>
<li>Aeralind jumping in the lazy river when I wasn't looking</li>
<li>Giggles and singing with my girls in the lazy river</li>
<li>Sleepy boy cuddles</li>
<li>Shovels, buckets and a net in the condo</li>
<li>Heading over to Huntington to see the birds and alligators</li>
<li>Derek and I praying for an alligator to be close to shore and seeing one with the girls just as we left</li>
<li>Bronwyn cautiously approaching the alligator "Mommy, I scary."</li>
<li>More sand</li>
<li>Sedryn lying over our sand pit and splashing when the waves filled it</li>
<li>Just a few scrapes and bruises on me and not on Sedryn when I slid/fell into the kiddie pool</li>
<li>Pineapple and hot chocolate with a sunset and all my family</li>
<li>early bedtime for all</li>
<li>Yummy breakfast</li>
<li>Long beach walk</li>
<li>Aerie walking behind me "I walk in Mommy's feet" (Footprints)</li>
<li>Singing with Sedryn</li>
<li>One good long nap for Sedryn finally on this trip</li>
<li>Bronwyn and Aerie beggine for Kay Kay to ride with them</li>
<li>Toddler girl wardrobe shopping in styles that fit their personalities</li>
<li>Nerd shirt for Sedryn</li>
<li>All 3 kids gleefully coming down the slide</li>
<li>Sedryn waiting for daddy to push him down</li>
<li>All of us exploring Anthropologie</li>
<li>Little girls pouring over tons of books at Barnes and Nobles</li>
<li>Ice Cream</li>
<li>Quiet evening with Sedryn</li>
<li>Sedryn fighting a nap and for once falling asleep on the bed with me. Napping in a big boy bed.</li>
<li>A new book that corresponds so sell with Ladies Bible Study</li>
<li>Girls coming back with Halloween art masks and Necklaces and spiders and tales of feeding fish at the Papa's fish show at Bass Pro</li>
<li>Everyone safely asleep</li>
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There are days I just wish for quiet. <br />
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No whining. No screaming. No "Mama, mama! Hold me!" No noisemaker running constantly while the baby sleeps. No breaking up fights. No wrestling for the time and peace I need to make dinner or create an idea floating around my brain.<br />
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Quiet can be my idol. My safe spot to run instead of the arms of the One who calms all storms (when needed) with just a word.<br />
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The silence is eerie when I do get that brief moment of quiet. I find myself doing nothing that I had longed for and just wasting the quiet. Wasting it on pointless endeavors.<br />
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The truth is, I really do thrive on chaos. I thrive on painting tape and moving furniture and finding solutions to the loud realities of life. God knows this. It's why he doesn't give me quiet very often. <br />
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I grow when it's loud. When it's not my preferred state of quiet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-76075968968736881262012-11-08T21:35:00.000-05:002012-11-18T14:18:13.728-05:00Toddler Activity of the Week: GymnasticsWe're trying a couple of sports the next couple weeks.<br />
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Now I'm not a push my kiddos into sports and hope they win an Olympic medal kind of mother. (Though if one of my kids had both that gifting and that motivation, I would support as best as I could.) However, my girls aren't in any type of formal education setting. They're not learning to walk in a line, to wait their turn, follow instructions from a trusted adult, or to cheer on a friend. I want them to learn these things and in a fun environment, so I asked for lessons from the grandparents for Christmas.<br />
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Most places let you do a free trail class. So we jumped on that to allow the girls to pick their lesson of choice.<br />
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First up: Gymnastics. <br />
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Derek and I almost died laughing watching our girls learn to adapt to the classroom structure. Aeralind obeyed and stayed on her spot, but just couldn't figure out what the teacher was doing or how to do it herself... until the teacher had moved on to the next activity. Bronwyn just ignored her spot and went about doing whatever she felt like in a sort of over giddy way. And that was just the warm up stretches! Ha!<br />
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By mid class they were following complicated instructions (do a cartwheel over this bump, a forward roll down this mat, bounce on the ball to and back to these lines, wait to do a back handspring, and repeat!) with relative ease. Looks like our mission would be accomplished.<br />
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Aeralind actually cried when we left the gym because she wanted to walk on the high beam (believe me... she's fully capable of doing it too, right Chanwey?).<br />
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There's something of a tumbleweed in me. <br />
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This flitting from activity to activity. Breathless. A just completed pillow lies draped over my sewing machine. Three dolls dismembered lay waiting to be finished next to a finished bald one. A handmade tent lies like a defeated army beneath a desk waiting for the medics to come and put up poles. Four finished quilt tops await backs while two completed quilt backs wonder when their tops will materialize. A heap of wood wants to be a wall rack for art supplies. A piece of painted molding is waiting for a working saw to become that cabinet door to keep the baby from breaking another bowl.<br />
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Sometimes I can call it Attention Deficit Disorder. Sometimes its more of a Gradious Feeling that I can conquer the world. Sometimes it's just dreams materializing like the instructions for the ark; I, the vessel...or vassal perhaps, just waiting on the next step to be revealed.<br />
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But most of all it's fear. Fear of staying still. Fear of being somewhere complete. Fear of setting down roots and of being defined as you see fit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-67375727881617884182012-10-31T15:17:00.001-04:002012-11-18T14:53:59.242-05:00Introverts in LeadershipWe have this one quiet conversation over the dull roar of women chatting. The two of us introverts sharing anxiety about the leadership position we've found ourselves in. A table of about eight women under our care. Our responsibility is to facilitate discussion among both introverts and extroverts alike.<br />
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It's a wonder that we were put in these places.<br />
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"Sometimes I just think play dates are so exhausting. I get everyone dressed and myself ready. We drive somewhere and the kids have a ball and nap well afterward. So maybe it's worth it. But I'm just so drained." She whispers to me.<br />
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I nod understanding. "I feel the same way. Most times I leave playdates fighting tears, wondering why I came at all. I didn't have a single meaningful conversation." I pause. "It's so hard because I think the other women feel like I'm stuck up or judgmental, but really I just don't know how to enter into that social world. It scares me so much."<br />
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"That's exactly it!" She replies. The meeting is being called to order so we find seats at our tables where we'll lead at introverts in an extrovert valuing world. There's comfort knowing that both of us will be burnt out from this activity, this calling to lead, this wounding (real or perceived) from the relationships in our lives.<br />
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We who always try to sit at the fringe and wishing that we could relate easily are being stretched and grown in a position of leadership. It's uncomfortable. It brings fear.<br />
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I smile encouraging at her before the meeting starts. We're going to grow during this season. It's going to be exhausting.<br />
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But He will walk with us.<br />
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(Just a reminder to myself mostly as I sit at a table again to lead women tomorrow morning. He will walk with me.)<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-15060149058805905342012-10-30T22:33:00.002-04:002012-11-18T14:18:26.509-05:00Toddler Activity of the Week: Balcony FishingUnlike some toddler activities this year, I'm pretty sure this one has a limited lifespan of no more than 3 more years. Plus I'm not sure the circumstances that created this activity could occur again. <br />
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We were staying in a 9th floor condo in Myrtle Beach visiting my parent. Hurricane Sandy was brushing the coast making outside pretty windy nasty. Baby boy was napping. We were stuck in the condo for the most part. So we pulled out the fishing poles and dropped them over the balcony and right into the pool 9 stories below. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-87061303144586895512012-10-28T16:09:00.000-04:002012-10-31T16:09:43.560-04:00Home-Life Project 52: Week 43We took a little trip to the beach for the first time as a family to visit my folks (whom I unfortunately did not take any pictures of... sometimes I just need to live and cherish the moment rather than record it distantly).<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-27691716612947944752012-10-26T09:37:00.001-04:002012-10-26T09:37:36.858-04:00Song of the Sea<div><p><br>
The soft and steady crashing<br>
Like the purring of a kitten<br>
Well content.</p>
<p>Waves rise to greet <br>
Morning, maker, creation<br>
All alike</p>
<p>Sun reflecting diamonds<br>
Prism to see<br>
How small I am</p>
<p>God taking sweet pleasure<br>
In saying gleefully<br>
"Do it again!"</p>
<p>The song of the sea<br>
Perfect praise</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-86530635993371731052012-10-21T15:27:00.000-04:002012-10-31T15:28:00.472-04:00Home-Life Project 52: Week 42Just a couple album pages to celebrate the birthday boy (one of which you've already seen).<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-5990309990757455042012-10-19T22:13:00.002-04:002012-11-18T15:02:38.447-05:001 Year with my Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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12 months have gone by since my successful (and exhausting) VBAC of our surprise baby boy. 12 sleep-deprived, laughter filled, glorious months with this proud boy who sits tall and laughs hard (and lives hard too).<br />
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I love being a boy momma. I love my girls to bits, but they adore daddy. And girls are born with an agenda (at least mine were), boys (at least Sedryn) just seem to go with the flow. Plus my girls would never have ever shared part of their birthday cake with me willingly and with joy.<br />
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Sedryn Justice, I think you're an amazing little guy. Snuggly. Non-stop. Easy going. You think you're hysterical. Your fine motor skills are through the roof, but I think you won't walk until after Christmas (though you could prove me wrong). You love details and romping with anyone within the reach of your social world.<br />
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You adore your sisters (even when they're unnecessarily and sometimes violently overprotective). You can't wait to wrestle with daddy. I'm totally your favorite person (I'm sure that will change, but for now I'll eat it up). You flirt with all women equally.<br />
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You've purged a ton of sin from my life this year. I'm a better person because of the surprise gift you are (and the grace of God). The end of this year... so bittersweet to me. Here's to seeking after the joy of your second year.<br />
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A year ago today I was eating my first meal in HOURS and watching my brand new baby boy. I was still in shock that he was a boy. But he was a champion nurser and an even better snuggler.<br />
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Happy Birthday, Sweet cuddly Sedryn boy. I'll be back to write to you tonight, but right now I need to snuggle you after your nap.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-76781328756351547322012-10-18T22:24:00.000-04:002012-11-18T14:19:00.004-05:00Toddler Activity of the Week: Birthday ShoppingI gave the girls a dollar apiece and ventured into the dollar store to let them purchase a birthday present. I think I had to steer them away from a Pooh Chalkboard, but other than that... they picked these out on their own. Not too bad!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-55769742747135830432012-10-11T20:13:00.000-04:002012-11-18T14:19:12.808-05:00Toddler Activity of the Week: Pumpkin Painting'Tis the season, I guess?<br />
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Here is everyone's creations:<br />
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Aeralind<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-47569351982082377842012-10-09T22:14:00.000-04:002012-10-09T22:14:05.520-04:00Real FoodAs I planned, I'm totally doing a real food diet. This is for me personally (the girls still eat some white breads and often a treat or two... I'd like to get them off these things... but I'm stretching them plenty right now!).<br />
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I've stopped buying most things processed. If I can't pronounce it... it's probably not coming home with me. I still have some things in the pantry being used up (spaghetti sauce and my beloved pineapple salsa from Trader Joes). Stopped eating processed sugar (only find honey, molasses, and maple syrup in small amounts). I can't find a bread that meets my requirements and doesn't cause a 20+ minute drive to get a fresh loaf so we're bread free. I'm also trying to lighten the grain load.<br />
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I can't go organic on my budget in either meat or veggies. That's okay. But I have picked two areas to spend quite a bit of the budget on: whole NON-homogenized milk (it is low temperature pasteurized... I'm just not a weaning baby and raw milk should be mixed just yet) and farm fresh eggs (we eat 5 dozen a week... and it's one of the only meals the girls always eat so it's totally worth splurging there for me!).<br />
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My friend Karen is doing a little 30 day challenge and invited me to write over on her blog (when I find the time). <a href="http://arecipeforhealthyliving.blogspot.com/">So recipes and thoughts on the real food challenge can be found over here!</a><br />
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However, I did have a 2.5 day spurt where after 3 weeks of eating almost all whole food as I cleaned out the cabinets, I ate out a lot when my family visited. I felt so gross for days afterward. Then, after 3 more weeks we went to a sub joint last weekend: Derek and I felt terrible afterward. Gas and bloating. (TMI? Sorry.) So I don't think I"ll be splurging on that sort of thing again. Ick. <br /><br />Real food really does make me feel better!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368428695847869715.post-17658758304004166932012-10-09T19:52:00.001-04:002012-10-09T19:52:17.915-04:00SongHe'd been screaming for over 45 minutes now.<br />
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Short story.<br />
Missed Nap.<br />
Exhausted Baby.<br />
Cries mid 2nd nap.<br />
Cry it out.<br />
Oops.<br />
Poopy diaper.<br />
Still Screaming.<br />
Even while Rocking,<br />
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He was laying on my arm in a crumpled ball on the floor. It was near the end of the girls rest time. I didn't know what to do to make him stop screaming.<br />
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So I sang.<br />
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"My Jesus, I love thee. I know thou art mine..."<br />
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A long shuddering sigh. Silence. Little eyes flutter closed in rest.<br />
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Sometimes I wonder why God created music. He didn't have to. We could all speak in monotone... or even telepathically.<br />
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Sometimes I understand the pure beauty of music.<br />
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To change my heart...<br />
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4516. Finding Fairy land with the girls on a walk<br />
4517. Girls pointing out with joy the fish in the creek at fairyland<br />
4518. Being a two car family again<br />
4519. Watching B Grow<br />
4520. Karen's genuineness<br />
4521. Little boy standing up and ravenously cleaning plates at the kid table while we all laugh<br />
4522. My own selfishness always before me.<br />
4523. "Roar (feed me)" An answer to a prayer.<br />
4524. Nana over at my hosue for inpromptu lunch<br />
452. Music<br />
4526. Quiet evening alone after two rough cold days<br />
4527. Bronwyn's tight neck hugs<br />
4528.<a href="http://www.graceinfo.org/20th-anniversary/38-20th-anniversary/204-abel-odom"> Our friend Abel's beautiful (hard) story</a><br />
4529. How B says "Momma, there's a bird." and shows me a mocking bird puffed in the cold.<br />
4530. Sedryn's "World's cutest alarm clock" onesie. A truthful find at a consignment slae<br />
4531. Quiet blessed days<br />
4532. Spaghetti Squash.<br />
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