Thursday, July 28

Dear Lord, where is my inner DIY? Please help me channel it. Amen

There are WAAAAAY too many things i am obsessed with right now for my house but i just can't figure out where or how to do them. I need to

channel my inner DIY
and just DO THEM.
This is where my self motivation needs to kick in. And the knowledge of HOW to do them. This is where #pinterest comes in and my love of this blessed site! I. need. help. I pin my loves every day.


What i want to DIY and what i am obsessed with right now:



don't you want this?!!

Sheesh.

It is freaking cool and

i. WILL. make. this. one.

Maybe first project?


Bed tent?!



Not only would i love to do something SUPER swag like this in my boring bedroom but i am trying to figure out how to create a cool tent-like situation for Davis as we transition him to a big boy bed (tear!) and i have settled on the "Camp Out" theme for his room.


Colorful polka-tree with paper lanterns?



So dang cute!


The next kid i have will need to be a girl.


All of my FAVORITE

ideas/wants/loves/inspiration

comes with a girl in mind.

Or MAYBE i just want to dress a girl in a tu-tu?!

Possibly.

And speaking of a girls room, who wouldn't love a birdcage light fixture?

This thing is so swank.


if i could ONLY figure out WHERE i want to put my chalkboard paint, i have so many things that i WANT to do with it.


Check out these fascinations:




and what a cool lamp shade cover idea:



**CONFESSION**


sometimesigetmadthatididn'tthinkofthisstufffirst.


Anyway- DIY it up. That's my new slogan.
What should it be first?


These are the rooms and things i need to work on:


Living Room- art work


Dining Room- art work and wall stuff


Master Bedroom- our room needs a makeover


Guest Bedroom- this room needs a makeover and will end up being a nursery for the next kiddo.


Davis' camp out room- in progress. Need a tent and other camp out ideas.


play room


office area


this makes me wanna take a nap.

Monday, July 25

Schwimmin


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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'LL! (I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM YELLING AT YOU!)


this kid is LOVING the "wah-dee!" (so stinkin cute to hear him say that.)
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He got so independent while on vacay and would jump in, float by himself, want to go under water and basically be a fish. And considering the amount of times a day he said the word "Nemo", i think he is well on his way.

Monday, July 4

Embrace the Camera- August 4- Bean-mudder

Up until about 3-4 months ago, we joked with my mom that she was (essentially) the no-name grandmother. She would send me lists of ideas she had for what she was thinking she might want to be called. they were all

dumb (oops!)

in my eyes and she refused to be called "Grandmother" or "Grandma" or "MeMe" or "GiGi" or anything common in the Grandparent naming world.

But for me, growing up, i always had a "Grandmother" and a "Mamaw." I am sad to say that my sweet boy never had the chance to meet Mamaw, but LOVE that Davis, on more than one occasion, has gotten to know MY Grandmother.
A few weeks ago, as my Grandmother was coming thru Nashville to move to Louisville, KY, they stopped for a night at the casa and all night long Davis kept bringing books to Grandmother and would sit next to her and go thru them ALL with her. As tired as she was from an exhausting 7 hour trip up to us, she enjoyed every moment, as did we all, of getting to see our lil munchkin "perform" all of his tricks, nuances and silly nature.

I love this picture.

He cant say "Grandmother" yet but it seems as he is falling in line with what i used to call my grandmother which is "Beanmudder."

Awww.


so, are you ready to embrace the camera?
here's the low down (no doubt):

1. take a picture with you and your kids/spouse/family member/friend/whatever.


2. blog about that picture and include a link to this blog, or grab their button. (also found on their page)


3. link your blog post up on that same SUPA CUTE blog.


4. visit the other embracers...give each other lots of compliments about how much we are ROCKIN' it.


5. have fun!

Friday, July 1

Motherhood as a Mission Field

I read this awesome devo last week and have been thinking about it ever since. Read and share your thoughts. And be encouraged.


Motherhood as a Mission Field



There is a good old saying, perhaps only said by my Grandfather, that distance adds intrigue. It is certainly true — just think back to anything that has ever been distant from you that is now near. Your driver’s license. Marriage. Children. Things that used to seem so fascinating, but as they draw near become less mystical and more, well, real.


This same principle certainly applies to mission fields too. The closer you get to home, the less intriguing the work of sacrifice seems. As someone once said, “Everyone wants to save the world, but no one wants to help Mom with the dishes.” When you are a mother at home with your children, the church is not clamoring for monthly ministry updates. When you talk to other believers, there is not any kind of awe about what you are sacrificing for the gospel. People are not pressing you for needs you might have, how they can pray for you. It does not feel intriguing, or glamorous. Your work is normal, because it is as close to home as you can possibly be. You have actually gone so far as to become home.


Home: The Headwaters of Mission


If you are a Christian woman who loves the Lord, the gospel is important to you. It is easy to become discouraged, thinking that the work you are doing does not matter much. If you were really doing something for Christ you would be out there, somewhere else, doing it. Even if you have a great perspective on your role in the kingdom, it is easy to lose sight of it in the mismatched socks, in the morning sickness, in the dirty dishes. It is easy to confuse intrigue with value, and begin viewing yourself as the least valuable part of the Church.


There are a number of ways in which mothers need to study their own roles, and begin to see them, not as boring and inconsequential, but as home, the headwaters of missions.


At the very heart of the gospel is sacrifice, and there is perhaps no occupation in the world so intrinsically sacrificial as motherhood. Motherhood is a wonderful opportunity to live the gospel. Jim Elliot famously said, “He is no fool who gives up that which he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.” Motherhood provides you with an opportunity to lay down the things that you cannot keep on behalf of the people that you cannot lose. They are eternal souls, they are your children, they are your mission field.


Faith Makes the Small Offering Great


If you are like me, then you may be thinking “What did I ever give up for them? A desk job? Time at the gym? Extra spending money? My twenty- year- old figure? Some sleep?” Doesn’t seem like much when you put it next to the work of some of the great missionaries, people who gave their lives for the gospel.


Think about the feeding of the five thousand when the disciples went out and rounded up the food that was available. It wasn’t much. Some loaves. Some fish. Think of some woman pulling her fish out and handing it to one of the disciples. That had to have felt like a small offering. But the important thing about those loaves and those fishes was not how big they were when they were given, it was about whose hands they were given into. In the hands of the Lord, that offering was sufficient. It was more than sufficient. There were leftovers. Given in faith, even a small offering becomes great.


Look at your children in faith, and see how many people will be ministered to by your ministering to them. How many people will your children know in their lives? How many grandchildren are represented in the faces around your table now?


Gain What You Cannot Lose in Them


So, if mothers are strategically situated to impact missions so greatly, why do we see so little coming from it? I think the answer to this is quite simple: sin. Discontent, pettiness, selfishness, resentment. Christians often feel like the right thing to do is to be ashamed about what we have. We hear that quote of Jim Elliot’s and think that we ought to sell our homes and move to some place where they need the gospel.


But I’d like to challenge you to look at it differently. Giving up what you cannot keep does not mean giving up your home, or your job so you can go serve somewhere else. It is giving up yourself. Lay yourself down. Sacrifice yourself here, now. Cheerfully wipe the nose for the fiftieth time today. Make dinner again for the people who don’t like the green beans. Laugh when your plans are thwarted by a vomiting child. Lay yourself down for the people here with you, the people who annoy you, the people who get in your way, the people who take up so much of your time that you can’t read anymore. Rejoice in them. Sacrifice for them. Gain that which you cannot lose in them.


It is easy to think you have a heart for orphans on the other side of the world, but if you spend your time at home resenting the imposition your children are on you, you do not. You cannot have a heart for the gospel and a fussiness about your life at the same time. You will never make any difference there if you cannot be at peace here. You cannot have a heart for missions, but not for the people around you. A true love of the gospel overflows and overpowers. It will be in everything you do, however drab, however simple, however repetitive.


God loves the little offerings. Given in faith, that plate of PB&J’s will feed thousands. Given in faith, those presents on Christmas morning will bring delight to more children than you can count. Offered with thankfulness, your work at home is only the beginning. Your laundry pile, selflessly tackled daily, will be used in the hands of God to clothe many. Do not think that your work does not matter. In God’s hands, it will be broken, and broken, and broken again, until all who have need of it have eaten and are satisfied. And even then, there will be leftovers.

Monday, June 27

starting to finish

I don't want to hear it.

I just need to say it. Got it?

I think i have a tendency to start things and not finish them.

Don't judge me. And DON'T say 'Duh!'


Books? I get bored halfway thru.

Workout plans? I lose motivation.

Or would rather sleep....

New projects? depending on what they are, they can seriously drag out forever.

While i don't think that means I am a quitter (i hope?), i KNOW for me that means that i am distracted and lose my motivation and drive to finish.

But i want to do better.

SO, i am starting to finish some things.

UNO: working out.


UGH.(*#$%*&%(*$&\


5 days a week and finishing this STUPID 30-Day Shred that i bought in February and only did two days.


i FREAKING need to finish what i started.


The list continues but i don't want to air out all of my dirty laundry today. And i am just tired from thinking about getting up early to work out all the time.


And i didnt wake up early to work out today. BOOya.

Friday, June 24

not too shabby



...for my first time of couponing.
I am trying to figure this thing out and while i have a ways to go- this ain't bad... ;)


Thursday, June 23

Embrace the Camera- June 23

it's been a while...





but fear not: i still have the cutest family.

I haven't done Embrace the Camera in a while, but here i am...It's hard to get a good picture of us lately b/c D is always reaching for the phone and my big nice super awesome camera has been stolen.

WOMP.


so, are you ready to embrace the camera?


here's the nitty gritty:


1. take a picture with you and your kids/spouse/family member/friend/whatever.


2. blog about that picture and include a link to this blog, or grab this button.


3. link your blog post up on the link tool here.


4. visit the other embracers...give each other lots of compliments about how good we look


5. have fun!

Monday, June 6

Winter

it seems appropriate that i am JUST NOW posting these pictures from Christmas. it is ONLY a

**tribillion**
degrees outside and it is only the beginning of JUNE.
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But after my wonderful sister in law sent these to me over the weekend, it made me miss the mountains and the fun time we spent there over Christmas.
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GREAT family time where playing cousins
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turned into kissin' cousins:
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fun times with the Cox's:
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SO-until that crisp air rolls back around, you can find us here:

doing this:
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with a little bit of this action:
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and LOTS of this:
Yes please.

Happy Summer y'all!

Friday, June 3

i told you...

...that he was the cutest.
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...that he was super silly.

...that he loved any sport.

...and that he is ALL BOY.

Tuesday, May 31

kids are silly

new fascination:

eating things off the table or off the ground directly.


will he take what you are giving him in his hand?


yes.


But 'PLEASE MOM', (he speaks so clear for a 20 month old!) 'let me just do my thang...'


No hands.


No fork.


Nothing.


just a new little nuance he is in love with.


Goldfish? he'd rather put the mouth the ground.


chicken? PU-LEASE! So much better off the table directly.


less work?


maybe... YOU be the judge.




kids *are* silly...



Monday, May 23

buddies



Even at a young age, i am grateful for good buddies for my little man. These two are so goofy together and intentionally try to make each other laugh. She calls him "Davy" and he calls her "Ick" for Mik... They chase each other, shake their heads at each other, constantly say "No" and cant get enough hugs & kisses from each other. Literally, she pins him in the corner to kiss him...he IS cute, but come on! ;) kidding...


They take toys from each other, bonk heads, and just laugh all the time.

I pray these two stay close forever and always enjoy each others ' company, like we do with her parents. They TRULY are the best friends anyone could ask for.


Darlin' little punkin pies... (there is my southern coming out)


new sports

my kiddo is so smart, he is coming up with new sports. i present to you:

water golf...



Happy summer!

Thursday, May 19

Separation Anxiety


...it the new black. (is it? false...)


What is with that? i thought just babies got this but i have had a *serious* case of separation anxiety from my little one lately. This full time working mom thing is hard. You feel *guilty* for working, *guilty* for not doing enough, *guilty* for leaving, *guilty* for having others watch him. You just feel like poop of a mom. though in reality, you aren't. (remind yourself that when you feel like you are losing your nerve...)When you aren't with them, you wish you were and you wonder what you are missing or what other people are teaching them or what THEY get to see and play and experience with them. OH THE TWISTED WEB WE WEAVE...


BLEEEEH...


I keep telling myself that this WILL get easier one day. I love my job. I love what i do. i love the people that i work with, but i feel like even on my kid's worst day, i want to be the one to take care of him. Not someone else. And i don't want to have to take PTO to do it. TRUST me. when you have a sick kid, that is NO PTO day...


This little dude is a treasure. I love every minute with him. I've just been feeling the pinch and pull lately.




my little hambone...



Sunday, May 1

these are a few of my favorite things...

somebody cue Julie Andrews and the Von Trapp family.

I just realized that i have lived at my new hizzle for rizzle for 6 months and have posted hardly anything about it. So here are a few of the things i am starting to do to make it my own.


Cue the turquoise room with the crazy glass table and centerpiece.


What is that holding the centerpiece of flowers together you ask? bird seed.

l-o-v-e it.

Another fav? yard word with these two:


such a good helper.



favorite place to sit is the garden. It is peaceful huh?


i am diggin my garden:

wall of crosses: typical? Maybe. But i like mine...

i like my mantel, although i think it still needs something:


i like this part of my kitchen:


this picture is also in my kitchen.




old bench in my breakfast room. This might be my favorite room in the whole house:


and the view from said bench:


some of my favorite pictures:


and what current house is complete with out a windowless window on the wall?


antique find:



I am really wanting to do a chalkboard wall, but not sure where yet. And if i get really antsy for a project, i might pull my sewing machine back out and try to make something. That would mean i would have to remember how to sew, but you never know. it could happen.

Friday, April 29

silly little article

"Regrets, I have few"

Since I had my first child three months ago I've dealt with an endless string of sleepless nights, the relentless cycle of feeding and pumping and changing and comforting, and the slow realization that my life will never be the same again. Now that I've emerged from the fog of being a new mommy, I have a few things I need to say.
I want to start by apologizing to my vagina. I just... I just didn't know what was going to happen. I thought it would be easy. All my life I'd been told I have "child-birthing hips." That turned out to be a dirty lie. I pushed for three hours, and I put you, dear vagina, through hell. I did my best to protect you, and I apologize. I can only hope that the bad feelings between us can be healed. This relationship has gotten really painful, and it's been weeks now. Please let the healing begin.
I'd also like to say I'm sorry to my husband for all my inappropriate name-calling in the delivery room and the resentment I felt because I had to carry our child for nine months and you didn't.I will have sex with you again someday, don't hold your breath or anything, but we'll get there. I'll wear attractive lingerie again as well. These grandma underpants aren't forever!
And honey... about my boobs. While I appreciate your attempts to touch them, try to understand that they are not for you at this time. These are working breasts, they are under construction at the moment, and we appreciate your patience. It's funny: I can see a mixture of fear and delight in your eyes at the size of them. And trust me, they are something to fear. I never thought a boob could dwarf the size of my baby's head, but it is true. Little Emma's bravery in attacking them day after day is impressive. I must apologize to her as well. I had no idea they would operate in a sprinkler fashion, and I have sprayed her in the face many, many times. But the way she fights through it is quite something.
I apologize to every woman whose baby shower I attended before I became a mom. All those useless stuffed animals and baby booties I bought... well, I'm sure they might have come in handy at some point, but I should have stuck to the registry and gotten things you truly needed.
I apologize once again to my husband, this time for criticizing you about the way you dress our daughter. I know she's my very own personal doll come to life, and I like to play dress-up. But you make such weird choices. Why would you put her in a sweater when it is 85 degrees outside? It's the middle of the day-a night-gown really? It's bedtime, sweetheart, why is she wearing a hat? I recognize this is not America's Next Top Model, but I do ask you to think about what makes sense sometimes. That's all.
I must apologize to every new mom ever bumped into before I had a baby for judging your appearance. I mentally criticized your old sweatpants, your over sized T-shirts, and your haphazard ponytails. I figured you just hadn't taken the time to get ready before you went out or were in dire need of a makeover. Now I understand those precious minutes you savor when the baby goes down for a nap- the desperation to make the most of them. I could shower! I could eat! I could sleep! Check my e-mail! Work-out! Do laundry! Have sex! (Well, maybe not just yet, but...) I could do so much if she would just sleep a little longer. Then, inevitably, there's that sound through the baby monitor. (Stop.Wait.Listen.) Was it for real?... That was just a sneeze, right? ... She's not up,right?... Oh, please, I'm almost done eating, the coffee's finally ready, I thought I could shower. Just five more minutes please. Just... nope. She's up. She's hungry. She's wet. She's something. And once you've got her fed and changed and played with her, you're on the clock to get that errand done before it all unravels again. I get it now: There is absolutely no time for a blowout or blusher, I was a complete jerk, and I am sorry.
I see how people look at me- with that mixture of pity and disgust- in my old nursing tank covered in spit-up and the same maternity shorts I wear every day. I'm like the Elephant Man. I put my daughter in fancy clothes to compensate for the monster pushing her around. I see the stares. I know what you're saying. Well to heck with you, you small-pants wearing Miley Cyrus fan. I just had a baby. I am not always this fat!
I guess I should apologize for my anger but in solidarity with new moms everywhere, I'm not going to.
But I would definitely like to apologize to my former self, I always thought I had a few pounds to lose and could look better. I never knew how great I had it. What I wouldn't give to fit into my old clothes again! I look at them longingly day after day. Hi, jeans. Hello, Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. You were all so good to me. (sniff)
I should have slowed down and enjoyed my freedom more when I had the chance. I used to beat myself up if I slept past eight or stayed out too late. I was a fool. A fool. What did I know? Oh, to do anything at all at a leisurely pace- shop, eat, read a newspaper- and anything without having to wear a monitor. Waiting. Listening. For her.
While I'm sending regrets I should apologize to my pre-baby boobs for not appreciating them enough. They were a great pair of boobs- not to big, just enough decolletage. And now... sigh... who knows what will be left of them once I stop nursing? I'm sorry, former boobs. I truly am.
I'll never be sorry about deciding to become a mother, though. There may be no going back to my old body or my old lifestyle, but having Emma is worth everything I've had to give up and then some. But you already know that.