Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I want you to know...

I will be living vicariously through my daughter for as long as she will let wise, that is.

There are so many things she can wear that I myself can either never pull off or am just not brave enough to try.

For example, as soon as cooler weather hits, she'll be sporting super cute dresses and skirts with cropped tights and a jacket of some sort. Her chubby legs will be adorably cute hugged by those tights.

And when winter hits, if ever, I'm envisioning velvet and silk dresses with chunky cardigans and boots...assuming her feet will be big enough for shoes by then...definitely questionable.

And shortly after, when the warmth returns, I see shorts and tanks with shiny sandals and maybe even some hair accessories other than's hoping for hair for my baby girl.

Is it sad that I have these things planned already?

Is it even more sad that it takes me longer to decide what baby girl is going to wear for the day than it does myself?

You don't have to answer that. :)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I have a six year old.

I'm still in shock. I know every mom feels this way, but it's like I blinked and he's six. Then I'm going to blink again, and he'll be eighteen.
This has got to stop.

Happy birthday, baby boy! Momma loves you so!

Friday, July 8, 2011

The little things.

I know it's only July, but things like this make me very happy. Especially when I can get them on sale!

Thursday, July 7, 2011


I'll be the first to admit that I don't deal well with being left out or rejected. In fact, I down right suck at it. One of my major flaws is I take just about everything personally. It's forever been a struggle for me. I read into everything whether there's meaning or not. I make up my own scenarios and am usually way off base. I then hold everything in until it eventually comes spewing out like coke that just had a mentos dropped in it.

All of this to say, those feelings are nothing compared to what happens when I feel like one of my children are being left out or rejected. The intensity of the hurt, fear, and frustration multiplies one hundred fold. My heart aches.

One of my biggest fears has always been that my personality would come out in my children. I don't take risks. I don't step out of my comfort zone. I worry what other people think. I'm a play-it-safe kinda girl.

I don't want my children to feel that they have to be part of the popular group or be the cool kid. But I also don't want them to be the one standing in the corner alone waiting to be approached. I don't want them to be me.

I pray for my kids everyday...that they would have confidence, yet be humble. They would be outgoing, yet be polite. They would be fun, yet be restrained. I pray that they find a balance between too much and too little. The best of both worlds, I guess.

And then I'm brought to the realization of how much I LOVE my children. And how unimaginable the love of Jesus is for me.

Isn't it amazing how God designed us to form new life, and then love that life in a way that gives us only a glimpse of what He feels for us?

Jesus, thank you for loving me so much. Thank you for these three wonderful blessings that I have the privilege of loving. I pray that you would help me to instill confidence in them. Help me to show them the love they deserve. And help me to be strong even when it feels as though my heart is literally breaking. Amen.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

pizza night.

i have found it to be wholly true that when you involve your kids in the making of dinner, they are more interested in eating the meal. casen's still a little stubborn sometimes, but man, they have alot of fun doing it.
if you notice the tiny foot in the upper left corner, mya was a spectator.

look at that chubby hand.

can you tell casen's the cheese fan?

lookin' good!

and i must say, they tasted pretty darn good.

three months.

pretty baby. 
here are her three-month stats:
  • 12 pounds
  • 24 inches long
  • still rockin' the blue eyes
  • sleeps through the night...generally from about 9 pm to 7 am
  • napping better during the day, but still not great
  • eats 4 ounces at a time
  • smiles at almost anyone who talks to her...little flirt (gets it from her daddy)
  • laughs out loud...cutest.thing.ever
  • rolls over from front to back
  • plays with overhead toys...those attached to playmat and bouncer
  • LOVES her brothers
  • comforted by swaddling...arms out
  • becoming more self-entertained
  • melts my heart with every look
i love you, sweet baby!