beauty and the beast

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my mother hen

I just spent the last hour walking the floor with a gassy baby – bouncing, patting, gas drops – nothing helped. My 11 year old daughter got out of bed and took Sweetpea to give me a break. Three minutes later she deposited a sleeping baby into my armsShe’s going to be a good Mommy.

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she’s here!!

Norah Caitlyn

7 lbs 1 oz,   20 inches

October 17th

We are already home and doing great. She is such a sweet blessing to our family! Thank you for all of your prayers.

things i never thought i’d say

Do NOT put rocks/ dirt/ beads in your nose.

I told you that, if you leaned too far over the top bunk, the ceiling fan would hit you in the head.

Don’t let the dog lick you in the mouth.

Yes, that IS a beautiful spider.

Quit climbing the door facings. (said to my son who is 6 ft. off the ground)

Don’t EVER EVER EVER stick anything into an electrical outlet again!

Didn’t I tell you to NEVER EVER EVER stick anything into an outlet again?!?

Just pick it up, wipe the dirt/dog hair off, and eat it – you’re not getting another one.

Please don’t throw up in the van!

Get your underwear off your head.

Do you know that you have a sucker stuck to the back of your head?

We don’t bite people’s noses.

If you don’t be quiet, I’m going to stick you in the closet. (Oh ok, I would never really say that, but I have thought it!)

So what have you said, since having kids, that you never thought you would say?

it’s a bouncing baby….

Only 19 weeks to go!!

those pesky kids

I had yet another ‘My kids drive me crazy’ conversation a few days ago. A very sweet lady asked me how many kids I had and her eyes widened when I said this was baby #6. She told me she had one child and two step-children. The next words out of her mouth were, ” I loved being pregnant, it’s the next 16 years I don’t like.” I’m sure my eyes widened as I smiled and told her that I’m just the opposite – I’m not very fond of the whole pregnancy thing, but love the houseful of kids. How I wish this was an uncommon conversation instead of one I’ve had over & over through the years!

On a funny note, this is a conversation I had with Sassyfrass (3) the other day:

Me: Did you pick up your toys yet? (I knew she hadn’t)

S: Yes, I did!

Me: Sassyfrass, it’s a very bad thing to lie. It makes Mommy sad and it makes God sad. I know you didn’t pick your toys up, and so does God.

S: God is eating lunch right now.

What am I going to do with this child?

goodbye ethan

On Saturday I read the words I’ve been dreading – sweet little Ethan had finished his time here on this earth. Please keep his parents Ben & Becky in your prayers as they plan “Ethan’s Going Home Celebration”.

We sang one of my favorite songs on Sunday, and I think it paints a good picture of what Ethan’s parents are holding on to right now.

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! who took on flesh
Fulness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones he came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied –
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

life is a party

The scene in our house Monday night: 4 little kids jumping up & down and screaming.

The cause for all this excitement? One sentence…..

Mommy’s going to have a baby.

Now you know the REAL reason I haven’t been posting much lately.

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happy birthday little man

Today our son Elijah would have been 12 years old. It’s been almost 8 years since he left us… pain has eased, life has resumed, God has graciously returned JOY to our home. But the hole is still there, I think it always will be. I am so blessed to have a house full of little stinkers to help celebrate the day our precious first-born entered our lives!

Thank you God for giving us 4 years to enjoy our sweet Elijah! He was worth every ounce of pain and suffering we went through. I learned something about myself during all of this – I think I would have sent someone like me straight to Hell with no second thought if it meant I could have kept my son here with me. Yet You, while I was still a sinner, willingly chose for your son to die for me. My brain still cannot completely comprehend why, but I am so grateful. Because of your Grace and Mercy, I will someday get another bear hug from my sweet little one, and the hole will be filled again. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! for the Hope and Peace you have lavished upon us.

Happy Birthday Little Man!

living with the King

Here’s a thought-provoking article about inviting God into normal everyday life. Note that she isn’t saying ‘no’ to quiet time, just offering some additional training time for moms of little ones.

God’s Presence In Our Homes

[HT to Thoughtful Motherhood]