tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67303577265549495052024-03-13T13:33:12.842-07:00The "O" GangOur journey in Christ...The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.comBlogger164125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-45421834797014943422014-09-01T18:46:00.001-07:002014-09-01T18:46:13.501-07:006 months oldThe last child grows up far too quickly! Henry is in a super fun stage, and I wish in so many ways that I could freeze time and hold onto him as a baby a little while longer. Sigh!<br />
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At 6 months:<br />
- smiles a ton & laughs easily<br />
- eats like a boss. pretty much anything we've offered him he will eat (all kind of veggies, fruits, cereal, and moon pop)<br />
- don't have his 6 month stats yet.... but i'm going with "huge" (we will find out when we go at 7 months) he wears mostly 6-12 month, 9 month, and even a few 12 month outfits.<br />
- loves music, he bounces in the jumperoo and loves when "Head and Shoulders, Knees & Toes" comes on<br />
- he is great at sitting up and can get himself from seated to on his belly and back up again. it won't be long before he is also able to pull up on his own, he likes to stand already<br />
- he has 6 (working on 7) teeth<br />
- he isn't crawling on all 4's yet, but mysteriously moves from one place to another- i would call it an inchworm crawl<br />
- master of the baby planking move<br />
- generally a happy baby... and if he's not... just pick him up and he will be :)<br />
- sleeping thru the night most nights<br />
- loves being with Emme and JB & having some snuggle time<br />
- also possesses a healthy fear of his big brother lol<br />
- loves bath time. adores splashing and playing in the water.<br />
- cute as can be!<br />
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<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-84927620589794061132014-09-01T18:46:00.000-07:002014-09-01T18:46:02.735-07:005 months in ;)It feels as if we are finally settling into our new normal. While I feel like I "understand" babies more with each child we have (whatever that even means!) I think it has taken me longer this time to bring my head above the water so to speak. If I'm honest, I often still struggle to keep up with daily things like housework or laundry, and my days often feel consumed by the nitty gritty of life: diapers, meals, feedings, playing, discipline. Not to say this is bad- but its still easy for me to feel overwhelmed. <br />
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Many people have asked how life is with three kids. My usual reply is that my kids are <em>wonderful... </em>I am the one that has to adjust :) I will readily admit that change always takes time for me. So I think I'm just now sort of getting there. I had to readjust to the tiredness, "night life", and not necessarily accomplishing <em>my</em> goals for the day. I'm starting to settle into our new schedule and am more focused on enjoying each milestone for Henry and also for Emme and JB. Ready to thrive instead of just survive on a personal level as their mama. This only comes when daily I choose to seek God's plan for my life, not my own. To see interruptions and piles and messes as reminders of these little people I'm blessed to love, embracing the chaos (can it be organized chaos??) I'm getting there. I'm getting there.<br />
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Now on to Mr. Henry!<br />
We had his four month check up a lot closer to five months.... <br />
He is 16.8 lbs and 23 inches long. Definitely going to outgrow his bro. He's a happy little guy, and is great about hanging with us wherever we may go- currently: Jazzercise, the grocery store, church, sometimes the pool or park. I'm thankful for such a flexible baby! I'm enjoying him so much.<br />
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<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-89099758406470097492014-07-15T09:14:00.000-07:002014-07-15T09:14:05.605-07:00The first 4 monthsI think it goes without saying that life flies by. In four months Henry has grown and changed so much. From those first few days of sleeping & eating non-stop, to trying out his first smiles on us, and cooing, giggling, and even starting to roll over. It's all happened crazy fast. Here are a few pictures that capture our life with our new baby boy from February to June.<br />
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<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-80784823346396927952014-07-02T14:48:00.000-07:002014-07-15T09:04:47.020-07:00Henry TodLet's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start.<br />
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On June 2, 2013, I found out I was expecting our third baby. It was a fun surprise to find out on Ben's birthday, and a wonderful way to celebrate. Since we had both agreed and prayed about this baby completing our family, we did everything possible to make it extra special along the way. I wanted to enjoy every milestone since I knew it would be my last pregnancy. One thing that Ben had requested was that we wait until the baby was born to find out the gender. This was something he had always wanted to do. Although this completely goes against my type A nature, I agreed that it would be fun to find out at the birth<em> (ok really since I had a boy and a girl already, I was able to justify it to myself and then ended up enjoying it too, haha).</em> It was an experience I wouldn't trade.... that said.... I had a gut feeling it was a boy the whole time, call it mother's intuition :)<br />
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The first trimester was interesting this time around. I definitely had morning sickness (really more evening sickness) which was something I had never had with other pregnancies. I never actually got sick, but was nauseated for about 11 weeks solid. When the 13 week mark hit we were so thrilled to go and hear the heart beat. We decided to stay with Inanna, and the midwives there truly became a family for me once again. Here are a few pics from when we revealed we were expecting to the online world.<br />
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I quickly began to realize that life was not going to allow me the luxury of keeping up with/documenting this pregnancy the way I wanted to. With each child added, it seems that life goes into warp speed. Emme started pre-school 3 days a week, I was teaching Jazzercise, and attending BSF along with all of life's other activities, so I felt pretty busy. I can honestly say that this pregnancy just flew by. At one point close to the end of my second trimester I realized that I did not have any belly pictures! So after that, I tried to take more to commemorate this special time. We did have a sonogram at 21 weeks, and it was fun to see our little one, and fun for us to analyze and try to figure out what we were having, and for the kids to make guesses ;) Here are a few pics from the pregnancy.</div>
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Along the way, I found it was difficult for me to prepare for the baby. I'm a planner by nature, but wasn't really able to do that for most of this pregnancy because so many decisions involve gender. In a way this was a blessing because I think I would have missed a lot of opportunities to sit back and enjoy the ride. We did make a few changes at our house by moving Emme and JB into the same room, and getting bunk beds/rearranging storage. We also got a van <em>(round about way because Ben's car ended up blowing up in November... but God's ways are so perfect. I can't even explain how much I love my van and am thankful to the Lord that he orchestrated it all!!)</em>. Side note: I don't know how people with more than 2 kids live without vans. Another post for another day. </div>
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So my technical due date was Valentines Day 2014. In my head, I had always calculated my due date to be closer to the 9th or 10th....but I was trying to keep the 14th in my head so I wouldn't go crazy waiting. I didn't do a very good job with this. By the time the weekend before my due date hit, <strong>I was ready</strong>. And not just a little bit. My mom had made it in town and so for me that was cue for go-time. Ben had had an insane schedule at school and I was just so so ready to meet this baby and to have our little family all together. Somehow I made it through the week, and had an appointment scheduled for Thursday morning (the 13th). I had been having contractions on and off all week long and could tell that it was nearly go-time, but I also didn't want to start playing mind games that would keep me from having that "stress free" zone for labor. </div>
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Here's where it all gets kind of fuzzy, kind of funny, kind of crazy, kind of "are you for real?!" <strong>Yep you can't make this story up.</strong></div>
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So I went in for my appointment that morning, and as I was driving in the car- a verse kept playing through my head over and over, "So do not fear, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10. At the time it encouraged me that it would not be <em>forever </em>before I met my baby, but later on I would recall it and it would mean infinitely more.</div>
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When I got to the center, Jean checked me and I was dilated to a 3 and almost completely effaced. She assured me that I would be having my baby TODAY, and sooner than later. I respect Jean's expertise and felt like she was right, but again would not allow myself to travel down that road too far because I was afraid to get my hopes up and still be in labor next week. Ugh. I went home and called Ben and told him to come home from work because it was most likely baby day. I started the same cycle I had done with JB, which was pump for 30 minutes, walk for an hour. I did start to feel pretty intense contractions right away, which was very encouraging. We were supposed to go back up to the center to get checked at 1, so in the mean time I called Elisabeth to let her know the plan- and then did one round of pumping/walking once Ben got home. We finished packing and I took a few minutes to snuggle with Emme and JB before our family dynamic was about to change. Something about knowing that everything is about to be different is exciting and a little scary, and just a time that I remember wanting to hold on to and cherish. I'm so thankful that my mom was there and able to take care of the kids during that time as well. I felt like I was really in my safe place, a good place mentally and emotionally, and ready to start that birth journey that was right around the corner.</div>
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We headed up to Inanna, at which point I felt my contractions were picking up. I kept telling myself that birth was difficult but worth the pain. <strong>In hindsight, things were more painful than I allowed myself to believe</strong>. Sounds weird, but I kept trying to push the intense pain away because I felt I had many more hours to go. I even told Ben that I wanted to get some Vitamin Water from Walgreens- as I was having a weird craving and <em>NEEDED </em>it right then :) I remember having a contraction in Walgreens that nearly knocked to my knees. From there we walked over to the center and the midwife in training checked me; it was 1:25 pm. She said I was 5 cm, and we both assumed had a couple of hours to go. My thought was to walk a bit and keep things going- in my head 5 was a looong way from baby. My memory honestly starts to get a little blurry around this point, but I remember Elisabeth telling me, "Remember to focus on your labor and not the number! It doesn't mean it will be that long." </div>
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The three of us started walking the path across from Inanna at TWU. We walked one lap around, and I remember thinking how crazy insane my labor pains were. I felt defeated. I felt like a wimp! I had to keep telling myself, "Labor is hard! Get your head in the game! It's gonna be awhile- so deal with it!" but inside I so wanted to scream for an epidural. It was horrible pain, like the pain I recalled during transition with JB in the tub. But I kept walking, Ben and Elisabeth by my side. As we made our way around the loop for the second time, (and were at the furthest point from the center) I suddenly had a really long contraction, felt the color drain from me, and my water broke (1:50 pm). At that point, I was frozen. I couldn't move an inch. I remember Ben saying, "Don't worry, we will just walk back to the center and you can have the baby there." I was screaming, "I can't move! I need to have the baby now!!"</div>
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Again, I am sure I am leaving out details because from my perspective things were getting very much like tunnel vision. I know that Elisabeth ran to get the midwife and Ben started carrying me across the field. We all met back in the middle. At that point I could feel the baby was coming. It was a flurry of activity going on around me, I know that 911 was called, towels were brought, Jean had basic tools. Several birth assistants, Elisabeth, Ben, and I think a couple of strangers were huddled around. I knew I needed to push. It was instinct kicking in, and baby was GOING to be born! I remember that I wasn't afraid- in terms of the birthing process, it felt normal- I just had to get the baby out right away!! Literally within minutes of Jean & the team running across to the park, and maybe 3 or so pushes, Henry Tod Oehlschlaeger was born. It was 1:57 pm. </div>
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Shortly after <strong><em>HE</em></strong> was born (I remember saying, "It's a boy! He's a boy, right?!") the paramedics arrived. They were confused and concerned that everyone was ok. Once it was confirmed that yes, this was a crazy scenario, but yes, everyone really was alright and we didn't need any medical attention- just help getting across the street to Inanna.... they carried me across on a stretcher to the center where we all recovered for a bit from both the shock and excitement of it all. Henry weighed in at 8.8 lbs, 19 inches long.</div>
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Henry's birth story is something I think I'm still processing. It was amazing, I felt God's peace throughout and never doubted His presence and control through it all. It was one of those things that I suppose would have been scary if I'd been told about it ahead of time, but in the moment- was filled with peace. I said it often to those that asked; it was a normal (albeit <em>FAST</em>) birth in an abnormal environment. One funny: we found leaves on both Henry and myself for days after! And when Elisabeth attended the birth of another friend the next day, they were still finding leaves and such in the bed over at the birth center. <em>hahaha </em></div>
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I think Henry's birth often as an example of God's providence, protection, and all-knowing nature. He planned it perfectly. There are lots of funny quips we toss around, and I've said/heard them all, "Yep, it's the park baby!" "Ya, he's the third/last kid and needed a good story" "Local celebrity!" "Wow, He's gonna make a statement with his life!" "Did you PLAN this???" "We wanted a 'natural' birth" "He was desperately trying to avoid a Valentine's Birthday! Everyone needs their own cake!" :) But when all is said and done- we take just one look at this little guy.... and it is love. Our family is complete.</div>
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They say it is always darkest before the dawn. I know that's a little dramatic for this post, but JB was definitely going through what I would call a "needy" stage over the past month, which I think was magnified by how easy going he typically is, our ridiculously busy schedule, and him trying to grow 2 molars and learn how to walk simultaneously. Whew! I'm tired just typing that.<br />
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Needless to say, one day he arrived at 16 months and the clouds rolled back and he was his happy self again! Ben was teasing the other day saying how much easier things had gotten, and its true. So I started thinking it might be time to sit down and document some of the fun things that he is doing.<br />
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<li>Walking! Hallelujah! Late crawling is totally overrated! Just kidding, but as they say kids just learn to do things when they want to do things- you can't rush them, it just happens. It only took me 2 kids to figure this out ;)</li>
<li>Has all of his teeth (maybe 1 more to go?? It's hard to pry my way in there)</li>
<li>Parroting pretty much anything we say or ask him to try saying</li>
<li>Learning & initiating lots of words/phrases: Please, Thank you, Yes, Nooooo!, duck, duck, goose, Bible, tries to count "uuuuhhh, oooooo, eeeeee", I love you, umbrella, slide, walk, water, black, blue, Sissy, Jesus, book, brush, hat, sock, shoes, bath, bubbles, ball, sheeewy (stinky), diaper, bounce, peek-a-boo, baby, night-night, (I'm sure there are more but that's all I can remember for now)</li>
<li>Points to head, eyes, ears, nose, "smelly belly", teeth, mouth, tongue, toes, hair</li>
<li>Trying more animal noises/recognizing animals</li>
<li>He can go get me a diaper when I ask him </li>
<li>Getting better about stopping when I ask him to come to me, instead of a full-on run away</li>
<li>Loves to clean and do laundry (just trying to train him for his future wife, right?)</li>
<li>He loves to do something funny and then cover his mouth and laugh at himself</li>
<li>Attempts hide and go seek, which usually means covering himself up with a blanket and then saying "uuunnn, ooooo, eeeee.... yaaaaaay!" </li>
<li>Likes to get some stage time. He loves singing into Emme's microphone, then throwing it on the floor and applauding himself and smiling huge. He might even dance a bit, or be know to request a Jazzercise DVD- ya I know, he's gonna love me for that....</li>
<li>Throwing things ranks pretty high on his list</li>
<li>Two words: people person. We were are the shoe store getting sandals for Emme and he seriously crawled up into this random Grandpa's lap. Luckily the man was nice and not scary and sat there and held him until his wife was done shopping. When he told JB he needed to go now, JB started crying. He needs his social calendar booked. I can already tell he is sort of a "life of the party" type guy. People make him happy, and he has never met a stranger.</li>
<li>Loves to sit in my lap and read book after book, which is always funny to me because he is so busy that the snuggly part of him still surprises me- but I love it.</li>
<li>Tackles anyone that is laying on the floor, and this is usually also how he gets his sister up from her room time. Luckily she's cool with it.</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">{random ecard that describes how i felt often during this month as Ben had a lot going on, sidenote: i don't function well without my hubby! love you, honey!} </td></tr>
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The kids both had their first haircuts on Sunday. Emme loved every second and it was clear that she will forever enjoy being pampered (as every girl should!) If this is any indication of the reaction she will have from a pedicure... than she and mama have some relaxing, and fun girls' days planned for the future :) I love Emme's style, and taking just 2 or 3 inches off of the bottom was great for her. It was starting to get really tangled and "crunchy" for lack of a better word, and there were far too many tears over hair brushing so we are all pleased with the new do. I loved watching her smile and pose in the mirrors like a little lady.<br />
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JB was not so excited. He cried and carried on and then finally settled down about half way thru the cut. I tipped the lady that did their cuts well, I will put it that way :) I think it looks good on him though! I wasn't too sure about cutting his baby locks, but Ben was very insistent that it was time. It's true what they say... that you literally feel like you are snipping away at their very babyhood when you cut a little boy's hair for the first time. I was fighting back some tears of my own for sure. He looks like a little man now- never fear though, he isn't walking yet- so I have plenty of baby snuggles and cuddles to keep me happy. Good times :)<br />
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The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-59949949018173727022013-01-11T19:25:00.003-08:002013-01-11T19:40:47.150-08:00The JBster...That is his nick name, love it or hate it later. He's stuck ;) It really does suit him.<br />
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At almost 14 months, he's yet to walk (unless you count 2 or 3 steps here and there). Still an avid crawler and cruiser and adventurer extrodanaire. I'm guessing someday he'll decide that walking can be a better mode of transportation- although being carried by Mommy is pretty appealing!<br />
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Always up for a hug or a cuddle, usually dishing out smiles a dime a dozen.<br />
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We're starting to get more words and signs. He's picked things up pretty quickly over the last 2 weeks or so. I forgot how fun it is when the language barrier begins to come down :) <br />
- signs/says please<br />
- signs thank you/blows kisses<br />
- says animal noises for cow, dog, horse, sheep, lion, cat<br />
- vroom for car/ hohoho for santa/ lalala for elmo<br />
- says ball, Jesus, Bible, mama, dada, no, ya, dis (cue the index finger pointing), book, bye-bye<br />
- points to head, hair, hat<br />
- many random sound affects and he will try to mimic nearly any noise you make <br />
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I'm pretty bad at keeping track of milestones after my kids turn one, heck I haven't even finished JB's baby book yet, but I am going to try to make note of what I can when I have the time :) <br />
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<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-70260560608079930222013-01-11T19:08:00.000-08:002013-01-11T19:08:09.918-08:00An Emme UpdateThis is a post that has been long overdue. It's pretty crazy, scary, and humbling how fast Emme is growing up. As we are approaching 3 1/2 quickly, I suddenly feel myself wanting to capture every moment possible with her. In so many ways she is the picture of innocence, imagination, care-free, exploration. She is my deep girl. She has lots of layers, and is an intensely loyal person. The more you know her, the more you<em> know</em> her. If I could freeze frame this phase of life with her, I would certainly be tempted.<br />
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Here's the part where I randomly record a few things that stand out to me about her:<br />
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<li>She is a doer and go-getter. It is hard to get her down in terms of energy. She can be dog-tired, but will push through a good week at least before giving into a nap.</li>
<li>I have always known she would be an independent girl, but seeing how she has channeled that lately is pretty neat to watch. I think she thinks kind of out-of-the-box (much more creatively than me). She will design and create things. She will fold her napkin into shapes for example. She found a little felt postcard someone had sent us for Christmas and picked it up to use as a welcome mat for her little tikes house in the playroom. It really was just the right proportion. That kind of stuff amazes me because I would never think to do something like that. Her princesses are always having tea parties or getting ready for a parade. She has many times decorated their little castle with her dress-up jewelry. I love her imagination.</li>
<li> I have walked in on her several times in her room "just organizing" as she would say. A few weeks ago she told me she really wanted to rearrange her room. I see her in the future as having to do something with art, but also maybe math- like interior design or something. She thinks very logically, but also so artistically. An interesting combo.</li>
<li>She is a planner and also has, I believe, the gift of service. Just today we were at Chik-fil-a and while I was ordering she went behind me to the bar area and picked up 2 cups of cheerios, 2 ketchups, a straw for me, and table covers. Her little hands were full as she headed back to where I was paying. I had to remind her to stay by me but chuckled to myself because she was asking to go and set the table for us. Again, I love this about her. She shows initiative, and she isn't afraid to try. What a great quality for life! She loves to clean up the table for me, do laundry with me, tidy rooms, dust, put things into order. </li>
<li>She loves her little brother. I mean loves. She still smothers him daily with hugs and kisses. What I love is that she invites him into her world. She wants him to be a part of her games and activities. I always wait to get him up till after she is up because she feels that this is her job in the morning. She is his number one defender and playmate.</li>
<li>Extremely communicative lately. In another post, sometime soon, I hope to jot down some of things she's been sharing with us- both silly and serious ;)</li>
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The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-5522986105928257902013-01-11T14:18:00.001-08:002013-01-11T18:34:14.551-08:00Christmas Catch-UpSince the New Year is here, I'd say it's about time I finished up with Christmas posts ;)<br />
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Mom and Dad came in the Thursday before Christmas. It was an especially joyful time to have everyone together. Just a couple of days after they arrived, we learned that my Granny had passed away. It was bittersweet as she had been battling multiple health conditions and had lived a long and happy life. My brother was able to come down to be here for a family memorial, so while we didn't like the circumstances- it was really nice to have my whole family (sans my sweet sis-in-law and nephew) in town.<br />
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While everyone was here we did lots of fun little things around the house like playing games and baking Christmas cookies. Mom and I also had fun doing stocking stuffer shopping for the kids at the Dollar Tree. I'm always amazed at the awesome stuff I can find there when I take the time. <br />
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Ben and Pappy also took Emme to Going Bonkers one day and they really had a great time. One day we went to the Christmas Tree farm that they have at the same place that does the pumpkin patch in the Fall. They don't charge for parking this time of year but have lots of the same fun activities for the kids. Emme loved the bounce house and climbing up to the top of the "hay mountain."<br />
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On Christmas Eve we went to the service at DBC and then had Ben's parents over for a Christmas celebration. They got JB his favorite gift by far, which was a little Mickey car that has buttons you can push. We were shocked to see him mount it and push forward and ride it all by himself (what?! this from the child that doesn't walk yet). <br />
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Christmas Day was a really fun and laid back day. We hung around the house and my mom made home-made cinnamon rolls for us. Yummy!! The kids opened their stockings and presents and played with new toys. It was delightful . Then we made a movie day of it. Mom and I took the late morning/early afternoon shift. We had to laugh because we were teasing... "WOW! This is such SNOWY weather we're having!" It was pretty much pouring rain outside, but no snow. When we came out of Les Miserables at around 3 pm... it was like a Winter Wonderland had come upon Denton. What do you know, sometimes the weather man is right! The boys went to go see a movie during the evening after bedtime too. They braved the icey roads together. <br />
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Emme and JB were sort of unimpressed. I think it was too cold for them! I know that sounds terrible considering we don't get snow very often. I think JB is too little to get it, and Emme went out with Ben several times- but once she figured out that making a snow man wasn't an option because the snow wouldn't stick, she was back inside. What can I say? :)<br />
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My family was able to stay through the New Year and we soaked up some much needed family and couple time. Ben and I celebrated our 11th anniversary with an overnight date to Frisco, and enjoyed a movie, shopping, eating out, and lots of coffee! It was a very refreshing time and gave us a good jump start for 2013.<br />
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<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-90296527861617093072012-12-03T13:23:00.000-08:002012-12-03T13:23:20.906-08:00Christmas Time is HereIt may be 80 degrees outside, but December is officially upon us and with it comes all things Christmas! We've had a fun time so far bringing in the cheer of the season.<br />
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Thanksgiving week was so nice and relaxed. After our Thanksgiving lunch at home, we went ahead and set up the Christmas tree and decorations. Then after JB woke up from his nap and had time to explore things for a little bit, we un-decorated a bit. Haha, we are still in a stage where things really need to be edible if they are going to be in arms reach of the kids. Seriously though, Emme had a wonderful time putting ornaments on the tree and putting a few knick-knack things around the house. And both Emme and JB love to play with the Little People Nativity set. My bestie bought that for us a few years ago (thank you Aunt Elisabeth!), and it such a beloved "decoration"- an awesome toy and "tool" all at the same time. To me it is a Christmas must-have, a great way to plant those seeds for the real meaning of why we celebrate.<br />
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There are lots of fun things going on in and around the community, and December always seems to move really fast, so we took advantage of an "open" weekend. Ben came home on Thursday night and told us he had a fun Christmas surprise (it was a surprise to me too) :) We got the kids in Christmas PJ's and I made Emme a little snack to take with us of marshmallows, cheerios, mint m&m's, and some mini chocolate chips. Daddy treated the adults to a Christmas Starbucks drink on the drive out as we headed to Texas Motor Speedway. 94.9 KLTY was hosting a Christmas Wish fundraiser where you could drive thru the speedway and look at large Christmas lights display. Both Emme and JB really enjoyed a fun late night rocking out to Christmas music :), and I really enjoyed Ben making a spontaneous surprise for us. The lights were fun and very entertaining, and it was for a good cause as a bonus.<br />
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On Friday night, Denton was putting on its annual tree lighting and wassail tasting. This year was awesome as we got to meet up with our dear friends and their kids and run around the square together. The kids got to visit the petting zoo at the Methodist Church, we listened to live Christmas music, Ben got us a "community" cup of wassail that we all got to have a sip out of haha. It really was great. Oh and Beth Marie's ice cream too. Can't leave that out! Thanks to Elisabeth I have a few pictures :)<br />
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On Saturday we decided to make a day of it and head out to Northpark Mall to visit Santa and enjoy all the fun activities and live music/dancing they have going on during the Holidays. It did not disappoint! We left pretty early and got to the mall about 10:30. They have a story time with Santa, so Emme watched that while I went around to collect our number. Yes that is right, you get a number and wait for your time with Santa. To his credit, he is very realistic and awesome with children, and the little Santa house is adorable. Worth the wait, but you sort of have to know how to work the system. When I got our number, the mall had only been open for 30 minutes, but our time to see Santa was 4:30 pm. What I learned last year though, is that once you have your number, you can go and sit against the wall and wait patiently for someone's number to be called that doesn't show up- and the nice picture man will let you go in their place. I waited while Ben took the kids around to nearby shops to play, and by 11:30 we had our picture taken and saw Santa. It worked great! And no shortage of people watching in the process, haha. Waiting for Santa could also be coined the melt-down zone/rude people capitol of America.... but that is a whole 'nother blog. Hehe. <br />
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We ate lunch, actually ran into some friends from church (crazy!), and spent the day floating between shopping, live entertainment, and activities. They had a fun place where kids could decorate Gingerbread men. Emme loved getting to do that. <br />
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We also saw a puppet show, smelled every single scent at Bath and Body Works, played by the fountain, looked at the ducks and turtles, watched some of the Nutcracker Ballet, checked out the cute puppy dogs with SPCA and spent quite awhile in the Disney Store playing. Before we knew it, it was after 7! I would love to make this a tradition. We had such a blast as a family. It's been a wonderful kick-off to the Christmas season already.<br />
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The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-90668868068083589262012-11-22T14:18:00.002-08:002012-11-22T14:18:36.676-08:00You're a Year Old, JB!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My sweet, fun-loving, cuddly, and handsome baby boy, you've been one for a little over a week now! Mommy and Daddy and sister are so thankful for you. You've brought a new sense of joy and wonder to our family, each milestone of your first year journey.<br />
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When I think about your future, it makes me excited and teary-eyed all at once, because I know that God must have some amazing plans for you. You have a way of making people smile and feel loved. Your little light shines so brightly, and I pray that the Lord will keep your heart tender and open to the things of Him, and that one day soon you will know Him as your personal Savior.<br />
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Here are some fun facts about you, John Bailey, at 12 months:<br />
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<li>You are officially weaned and drinking milk. It wasn't as tough of a transition as I thought it might be. You love your sippy cup and seem to enjoy the independence it brings. </li>
<li>You are eating more variety in foods now that you are done with nursing and formula. You are still hesitant to try new things and are a "cautious" eater ;) Not that you are hurting for it... at your one year check up you were: 23.8 lbs and 30 1/4 inches. Still on track to play football in high school, and live off of your left thigh. I love it :)</li>
<li>You are trying to say more and more things. You will repeat so many different sounds I couldn't list them all here. You have a way of saying more/please and all done by signing, and you also will make a big "rrruuufff!" noise any time you see a dog or a picture of one. Also I am pretty sure that you call mommy and Emme "mama." The two ladies you love! :) You will nod yes and no. Your communication has changed so much this past month- it's pretty crazy.</li>
<li>You love to pat the Bible book and sing the song, and you will point and say "Jesus"</li>
<li>Wrestling, grunting, and crawling all over Daddy is one of your favorite pastimes.</li>
<li>Your favorite place is anywhere your sister is! You love her toys, her books, whatever game she is playing, or picture she is drawing. You love to be in her business. Luckily she kinda likes it too.</li>
<li>You still LOVE Mommy and Daddy's phones. You will pick them up and start laughing, talking, and having a conversation. </li>
<li>You can stand up by yourself and will stay there for a few seconds before dropping to the floor. I don't think that walking is on your radar yet- you are such an efficient crawler, I'm afraid you think that taking steps might just slow you down too much. For now you are content to cruise from place to place.</li>
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We love you, JB. We are so thankful that God placed you in our home. The next year is bound to be full of fun and adventures. We can't wait to explore it all with you.<br />
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<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-21538278736115344612012-11-12T20:44:00.002-08:002012-11-12T20:44:34.269-08:00Party Time!It feels way too soon to be writing this post, but we celebrated JB's 1st birthday on Friday night. I did a pretty good job of holding it together for the party, but I am reserving the right to a "birthday breakdown" when his actual birthday arrives on Wednesday :)<br />
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I have to start by saying that we have wonderful friends and family that were flexible in rearranging their schedules so we could have my mom at the party. I'm so glad that everyone was able to be there to celebrate this special day. It was so fun having all of our kids together, watching them play and just enjoying one another's company.<br />
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Some of the highlights for me were watching JB play with baby Reagan, seeing him happily toddle around while all the kids enjoyed playing with some of his new toys, and discovering that he liked to eat his birthday cake in typical JB "laid back style." He liked licking the icing, or being fed by mommy and sister, but was more partial to the bowl of ice cream and a turn using the spoon! <br />
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Here are a few pictures to commemorate the day~ <br />
Happy birthday, sweet boy. You'll always be my baby!<br />
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<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-27960761168738015412012-10-20T20:17:00.001-07:002012-10-20T20:17:30.541-07:00Pumpkin Patch Pics<div style="text-align: center;">
~We had a wonderful afternoon at the pumpkin patch as a family~</div>
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The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-79090870221550871972012-10-14T22:44:00.001-07:002012-10-14T22:44:34.876-07:0011 months old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I look at this picture, I honestly have to do a double take. I spent a couple of minutes looking through JB's pics month by month, and I can't believe how much he has changed recently, and how big he has gotten. I suddenly see him transforming into that "older baby" look- still plenty of rolls to be had mind you, but he's just looking a lot more grown up to me lately.<br />
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What are you up to these days, brother bear?<br />
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<li>Probably the biggest thing has been a change in your eating. You are now nursing only in the morning and maybe a little at bedtime. The other 3 feedings are bottles, and we are feeding you table foods first most of the time. I won't call you a picky eater... but let's just say you like your fruits and yogurt the best. </li>
<li>Still working on those molars!! </li>
<li>Just generally adorable. You have this ability to go-with-the-flow just like your Daddy. When we are out you get lots of comments about your easy demeanor; it is true, and I take zero credit. We were at a restaurant and this sweet older man came up to you and gave you a dollar bill, because he said you were so cute and charming you deserved to be paid, haha. </li>
<li>You have started trying to repeat a lot of things we do and say. You made "touchdown" arms today when Daddy was watching the Cowboy game ;) You can say "banana" and "night-night". </li>
<li>Everything can be turned into a phone. From your hand, to a remote, to a random toy or book. You will put it up to your ear and say, "Hi Dad." every.time.</li>
<li>You LOVE to follow your sister around and play with her. If you get up before Emme's room time is over you will often crawl to her door and cry for me to open it. One of your favorite things is when Emme gets in the cozy coupe and you can "push" her around in it. You love to read books with us, and be a part of every activity we do.</li>
<li>You like to repeat animal noises like the lion and the elephant. </li>
<li>Busy, really, really busy. If there is a drawer you will open it, cabinet you will slam it, door you will push it open, toilet paper roll..... well you can imagine. You spend a bit of time every day in the exersaucer or play pen so mommy can get a minute where you aren't all over the place. You seem to be fine with that. Cooking dinner with you in the kitchen was getting a little crazy ;)</li>
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I'm in love with this little man. Nearly a year later, and I am still in awe that God gave us such a special gift. Now the count down to ONE year old begins!<br />
<br />The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-11458073783043034892012-10-14T22:09:00.002-07:002012-10-14T22:09:33.473-07:00Catching UpWe had a fun couple of weekends. At the end of September we went as a family to the State Fair of Texas. It had been a rainy Friday and Saturday, and Sunday was also overcast- so when we headed out Sunday afternoon, we enjoyed a nearly crowdless time at Fair Park. The cooler temperatures and lots of open space made the day one of the best we've experienced in our yearly pilgrimages ;)<br />
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Our list of "to-do's" at the Fair is pretty small. We've learned since having kids to hit those "important" things first, and then everything else is a bonus haha. Our first stop was Fletcher's corny dogs. Yummy!! After that, we made our way to the little kid's farming area. Emme loves getting to give seed to the animals, pretend to grow crops, harvest, ride the little tractors... and of course the best part is getting to cash in for a snack at the little convenience store at the end.<br />
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We sampled a few other delectable fair foods: chocolate candy covered bacon, fried autumn pie, corn on the cob... good stuff!!<br />
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We got to go to the petting zoo, car show, take a pic with Big Tex, and even catch a little bit of the Irish Dancers and Uncle Kraker concert. We were rockin' like it was 2001 haha. Emme also got to go on 3 kiddie midway rides. The flying elephants were a fan favorite. JB got some quality stroller time and chilled out watching the many interesting people. All in all, a super day!<br />
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Then last weekend, Emme, Rylan, and Ransom got to go see Veggie Tales Live! My BFF had been on the look-out for a Veggie experience for the kiddos and did an awesome job of tracking down VIP seats, complete with a back-stage meet and greet. I am blessed to have a friend who is so great about coming up with fun treats for the kids to get to do- and I know they had a blast. It was so fun, and I loved watching the expressions on the kids faces as they watched Bob and Larry come to life on stage. The concert was extremely kid-friendly, and they were able to get up, dance, spin around, and act silly as each silly song played. Of course I tried to get pics, but the lighting was dark and each time I would go to snap a pic, the little dancers would sit down for a break (such is life when trying to document toddlers/preschoolers???) Anyway, they had an awesome time and also enjoyed going out to McDonald's afterwards. We had the play place all to ourselves :) Good times!!</div>
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Troubles
chasing me again,<br />Breaking down my best defence,<br />I'm looking, God, I'm
looking for you<br />Weary just won't let me rest and fear is filling up my
head.<br />I'm longing, God I'm longing for you<br /><br />But I will find you in the
place I'm in, find you when I'm at my end,<br />Find you when there's nothing left
of me to offer you except for brokenness.<br />You lift me up, you'll never leave
me thirsty,<br />When I am weak, when I am lost and searching<br />I'll find you on
my knees.<br /><br />So what if sorrow shakes my faith,<br />What if heartache still
remains,<br />I'll trust you, my god I'll trust you.<br />'Cause You are faithful
and<br /><br />I will find you in the place I'm in, find you when I'm at my
end,<br />Find you when there's nothing left of me to offer you except for
brokenness.<br />You lift me up, you'll never leave me thirsty,<br />When I am weak,
when I am lost and searching<br />I'll find you on my knees, my knees.<br /><br />When
my hope is gone, when the fear is strong<br />When the pain is real, when it's
hard to heal<br />When my faith is shaken and my heart is broken and my joy is
stolen, God I know that<br /><br />You lift me up, you'll never leave me
thirsty,<br /><br />Find you in the place I'm in, find you when I'm at my
end,<br />Find you when there's nothing left of me to offer you except for
brokenness.<br />You lift me up, you'll never leave me thirsty,<br />When I am weak,
when I am lost and searching<br />I'll find you on my knees. </div>
The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-12156433617662344122012-10-11T21:05:00.001-07:002012-10-11T21:05:53.960-07:00The Art of SimplicityNothing novel here, nothing new. But lately I've felt the Lord tugging on my heart to again pursue a simple, less distracted, more focused, and intentional lifestyle. One of the things He has been teaching me about is finding a quiet place of rest. <br />
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Some of the Scriptures that have been particularly challenging me:<br />
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<strong>Psalm 131</strong><br />
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<span class="verse v1" data-usfm="PSA.131.1"><em><span class="content">O L</span><span class="sc"><span class="content">ORD</span></span><span class="content">, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; </span></em></span></div>
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<span class="verse v1" data-usfm="PSA.131.1"><span class="content"><em>Nor do I involve myself in great matters, </em></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v1" data-usfm="PSA.131.1"><span class="content"><em>Or in things too difficult for me.</em></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v2 selected" data-usfm="PSA.131.2"><span class="content">Surely I have composed and <em>quieted my soul</em>; </span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v2 selected" data-usfm="PSA.131.2"><span class="content">Like a weaned child </span><span class="it"><span class="content">rests</span></span><span class="content"> against his mother, </span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v2 selected" data-usfm="PSA.131.2"><span class="content">My soul is <em>like a weaned child</em> within me.</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content">O Israel, <em>hope in the L</em></span><span class="sc"><span class="content"><em>ORD</em></span></span><span class="content"></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content">From this time forth and forever.</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content">When I really examined these couple of verses, I see two parts:</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content">1. Letting go of the "outside" influences that often control me</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content">2. Pulling into the rest and security only found in the Lord, sitting before Him like a weaned child, not a "rooting" child who is looking for his next meal, but really enjoying His presence</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content">When I start to look around, I get anxious, my heart is torn in many directions, and I feel dis-content. I fear the future, wonder if I am enough (of a mom, wife, friend, etc.) There are many opportunities to be bombarded/distracted by media, as well as plenty of "good things" that I often devote my time and energy to but end up leaving me spent. Even the daily care of my home and family, worries about finances, my extended family, day to day concerns... these things often crowd my mind and heart and rob me of the rest that I know is granted me freely when I come before the Lord and sit quietly in His presence.</span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><strong>Matthew 11:28-30</strong></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="wj"><span class="content">"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.</span></span><span class="verse v29" data-usfm="MAT.11.29"><span class="wj"><span class="content">Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and </span><span class="sc"><span class="content">YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS</span></span><span class="content">. </span></span></span><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="wj"><span class="content">For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."</span></span><span class="content"> </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content"></span></span></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content">Do I really, truly believe that what He says is true? That HIS burden is light? Mine is surely heavy. I need only to abide. When I abide in Him I can have the confidence and strength I need to fulfill whatever task He places before me for the day, and also I can say "no" to other things without feeling guilty. When I abide daily, I can trust that He is leading me along peaceful streams, or as the Message translation says in verse 29, "the unforced rythms of grace." </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content"></span></span></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content">I have struggled often with, "Am I <em>doing </em>enough?" With two children at home, my time and energy are taxed. I want to serve the Lord, I want to obey Him. I want to love my children and husband, have a pleasant and orderly home, train my children and pray for them. These are the basics.... and yet.... it feels like a lot for me! How can I possibly add to that x,y,and z things that I see other people doing, see on facebook or pinterest, blogs, ministry opportunities, etc.??? This gets my head spinning.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content"></span></span></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content">I am taking baby steps in this whole concept. Abiding. Looking to the Lord to guide each decision for each day. Each day may not be the same. I might not be involved in as many things or "ministries" right now. I need to trust the Lord's leadership and then walk out in faith, responding to those "unforced rhythms of grace." I don't need to be worrying about tomorrow, or what other people will think, only if I am listening to the voice of my Savior. I don't have to prove to God (or others) that I am worthy of His love by my deeds, thank GOD I am already accepted. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content"></span></span></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content">"God's plan is simple: He takes responsibility for my life and service; I take responsibility to maintain my concentration on God. And when there is nothing between Jesus and me, I can calm and quiet my soul and serve simply and purely in devotion to Christ."- Cynthia Heald</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content"></span></span></span></span> </div>
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<span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.131.3"><span class="content"><span class="verse v30" data-usfm="MAT.11.30"><span class="content"></span></span></span></span> </div>
The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-40495241531817782872012-09-18T13:48:00.002-07:002012-09-18T13:48:51.851-07:0010 months oldAnother month has come and gone. Now is about the time when I pull the blanket over my head and say, "Nope! He won't be one in a couple months, no way!" ;) And on a side note, I really need to do a better job of snapping some pics between now and then! The baby book is lookin' a little scant for the past couple of months... poor second child. :)<br />
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It's a fun and busy stage that JB is in right now (I think I may have been saying that for a few months, but oh well! I think that from 6 months on that's kind of how it goes for babies). Here are a few of the high points:<br />
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<li>Cruising and pulling up on just about anything</li>
<li>JB will get brave from time to time and pull away from the furniture for second to stand up</li>
<li>Pushing behind chairs and those little toys that you can push around the room</li>
<li>Not a new thing, but JB is easily "spooked" haha. I know it is terrible to laugh at, but it is kinda hilarious that if he is in another room and you walk in on him while he is in his "zone" he totally will let out a shrill scream. He's my sweet and sensitive guy ;)</li>
<li>Loves dancing and bee-boppin' to whatever music is playing</li>
<li>He is getting good at initiating a game of peek-a-boo with a blanket or burp cloth, waving hi and bye, and doing excited arms or all-done</li>
<li>Much to mommy's chagrin, waking up usually once a night with random crying- think he's getting his molars, but unfortunately he just has to cry a bit and then will go back to sleep ;( in good Oehlschlaeger form, it takes like a month for my kids' teeth to come in....</li>
<li>Still thinks most table foods are gross, but he loves to eat yogurt (good for hiding fruits and veggies) and cheerios from a snack trap. JB also sports his own cup now, but prefers his sister's haha. Still nursing and getting bottles now about half and half.</li>
<li>Nine (... ok almost 10 month) stats from well visit: 22.2 lbs, 28 3/4 inches = Average size for a baby sumo. Future wrestler or linebacker?? At any rate, we think your baby rolls are quite adorable and look awesome on you, kiddo!</li>
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Love you, buddy!<br />
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I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot <br />I am the scattered seed that fell along the path<br />
I am the son that ran away <br />And I am the bitter son that stayed <br /><br />My God, my God why hast thou accepted me <br />When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King? <br /><br />I am the angry man who came to stone the lover <br />I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd <br />I am the leper that gave thanks <br />But I am the nine that never came <br /><br />My God, my God why hast thou accepted me <br />When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King? <br /><br />You made the seed that made the tree <br />That made the cross that saved me <br />You gave me hope when there was none <br />You gave me your only Son <br />
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~Caedmon's CallThe O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-11628766271358272742012-09-10T15:12:00.000-07:002012-09-10T15:12:39.192-07:00Gettin' back in the grooveBen is back to school and it is time for us to get back into more of a routine at home. I've been challenged by a book I've been reading called <em>A Wife After God's Own Heart</em>. It has helped me to think once again about where I am placing my priorities, time, and efforts. As well as asking the Lord to help me be efficient towards His service in my home first and foremost. I think Elizabeth George is so wise- I would love to pick her brain. I think the Lord has really given her a gift, and I always feel so blessed when I read a chapter. It's not about being perfect, but about asking my Father how I can best serve my husband and children. It has been neat lately for me to see the joy that He is providing in that. My heart feels full when I am spending my time focusing on them and less on some other things that had been distracting me. And boy am I easily distracted...<br />
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Some quotes I'm thinking about from the book:<br />
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<li>The essential disciplines of prayer, Bible study, and worship equip us to run with vigor and stamina. Train diligently. Growing in the Lord is made up of those simple things.</li>
<li>Never be too busy to take care of your spiritual growth.</li>
<li>Pray for your husband three times a day</li>
<li>Show greater respect for your husband (am I looking when he's talking? refraining from interrupting? using sweet speech?)</li>
<li>At the first hint of self-pity or frustration, pray</li>
<li>Delayed obedience is disobedience</li>
<li>Grow in character, be content with what you have, support your husband's efforts, and be a diligent homemaker, live a simpler life, be more prayerful and creative about taking care of your family's needs at home</li>
<li>Is your gaze fixed at home? Fuss over your home and family. Take joy in being there.</li>
<li>How do we work? Heartily as unto the LORD and not unto MEN</li>
<li>It is your assignment from your Heavenly Father to teach and train your sons and daughters to respect others, to share, to be kind, to handle money properly, to work at a job, to be honest, to stay pure...</li>
<li>Pray faithfully for all family members </li>
<li>Your job from God is to help your husband, to nurture your relationship with him, to love and care for your children, and to be about the business of building your house.</li>
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The O'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09581281077562637175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730357726554949505.post-61817497832418076872012-08-15T14:16:00.000-07:002012-08-15T14:16:05.833-07:009 months oldCan you tell it has been an emotional couple of weeks? ;) Just after Emme turned 3 (see previous post haha), my little "goofbot" is 9 months. Sigh! Gush!! Tears! No really, that whole time in a bottle concept, I would buy it. Ok, done talking about it now, haha.<br />
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At 9 months old, JB has had quite a busy month. A few highlights:<br />
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<li>Crawling. all. over. the. place. Fast! Have to keep doors closed if I don't want him to find certain things. Need to mop and sweep a lot more and watch for small pieces in Emme's toys. Fun stuff :)</li>
<li>Pulling up. Thinkin' about cruising too...</li>
<li>One word: BUSY! He loves to be in the middle of whatever action is going on. He hears the word, "No." quite a bit right now because we are in the process of teaching boundaries and all of that good stuff.</li>
<li>Eating 3 meals a day of baby food and smallish table foods like diced fruits and veggies and puffs. Still nursing 3 times a day and getting one bottle feeding.</li>
<li>He just started waving and really distinctly saying 'mama' and 'dada' to get our attention. </li>
<li>Growing like a weed. Like a good mom I waited a long time to schedule an appointment, so we won't know till he's almost 10 months the actual figure... but I'm guessing he's gained a few lb's and inches since 6 months hehe. ;)</li>
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LOVE my little boy!! He's just too yummy, and fun, and funny, and delightful. A gift from God!!<br />
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Dear Emme,<br />
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I'm not sure how it happened so quickly, but you are now 3 years old. It has been a year full of growth and change for you and it has been an awesome experience to see how you have flourished. Over the past 12 months, we have watched you become such a little lady. What a joy and a pleasure it is for us to be your parents. God has amazing plans in store for you.<br />
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Here are a few of your favorite things:<br />
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<li>The color pink. There is a fun book series called <em>Pinkalicious </em>that has kind of fueled your fire.</li>
<li>Music. We have some pretty rockin' dance parties together. And I love it when you learn Jazzercise routines with me. You especially like the stretch songs. And you definitely change up your dancing between the lyrical things and the upbeat tunes. </li>
<li>Having increased independence and the ability to do many things by yourself. It's been a process this year, but you are learning how to do things "alone" in a respectful and obedient way and asking to do them with the right tone of voice :) Oh wait... I think I'm still learning about that too.</li>
<li>Playing make-believe, doctor, mommy, ballerina, pop-star, princess, grocery store</li>
<li>Dressing up- you have specific outfits for specific occasions, but you really love tutus </li>
<li>Dressing yourself, you especially love to wear dresses all the time ("because they twirl")</li>
<li>Playing with make up and jewelry</li>
<li>Playing with your brother/hugging him. a lot. Wow, Emme Lou. In so many ways you have shown me what love is. And what it means to serve others too- you have a servant heart for your brother, and you often think of his needs first. I think that God has given you a sensitivity to others' emotions and I pray you keep listening to how He directs you. </li>
<li>Cooking & baking with mommy. You are actually getting pretty good at following directions on a box of brownies or muffins. You know which pans and bowls we will need. You can crack an egg without any of the shell getting in the bowl most of the time. You can read the numbers off so we know to set the oven at 3..2..5.. Some of my favorite memories from this year are being with you in the kitchen.</li>
<li>Room time- you are a big girl now, so you only nap a couple of times a week, the other days you spend 2.5 hours in your room just playing with toys, making up games, or as you told me last week, "organizing things. " (a woman after my own heart!) This is when I really see your imagination come out. It seems like you have some really great adventures. Whether it is building things with blocks, "reading" books, putting your babies down for a nap, or cooking something in your kitchen, sometimes I like to stick my head by your door and hear you talking while you play.</li>
<li>Memorizing things. It can be scary for us some times because we know you are REALLY listening a lot now. But you are getting to where you have books completely memorized and can fill in the words. You can remember Scripture verses and songs. Again, this is where I am really praying that the Lord will protect you and keep you close to His heart!</li>
<li>Swimming has been really fun for you this summer. You are a little fish, and I think you will love to do lessons maybe next year.</li>
<li>You are very interested in ballet and gymnastics, so we will see about maybe giving you an outlet to learn more about them sometime soon.</li>
<li>Artsy things, playdough, cutting with scissors, markers, crayons, stickers, finger painting, anything from Hobby Lobby....</li>
<li>Letters and numbers. They are starting to come alive to you! It is neat to watch your mind becoming more intentional with understanding them. You still love to spell your name and can count to 20 (then teen numbers are sort of interchangeable though haha, my favorite is when you say "five-teen"). You know probably 20 letters or so. The teacher in me gets excited for you and all you will learn this year.</li>
<li>Spending time with your buddies! You get very, very happy when we get to play with Rylan and Ransom. They are kind of your peeps. All activities are automatically more fun if they are going to be there :) </li>
<li>Any time you get very happy you let out this cute high-pitched sound. </li>
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My beautiful girl. I love you more intensely every day. Thank you for being you, and for teaching me what it means to be a mama. <br />
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I can't wait to see what Jesus has in store for you this year!<br />
Love you,<br />
Mommy<br />
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This little love bug is now officially 8 months old. It's been a big month for him! He's turned into quite the busy-body over the past several weeks, and as usual it is a bitter-sweet thing for this mama.</div>
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Still nursing 4x a day, but now I have started to just feed him a bottle of formula for one of those middle of the day feeds if we are not at home- it is WAY easier than trying to nurse a child with 7 teeth that wants to crawl off in public hehe. It's hard to do that modestly. :)</div>
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JB has decided that he has a future in baseball or basketball. It cracks me up how he will literally chunk a ball from up over his head. Pretty sure his ball-throwing skills are better than Emme's are. Just another fun boy v. girl difference we are seeing in action. He does everything with a grunt or a push like he's big stuff.</div>
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Happy 8 months, big boy. You are a gift and a joy to us!</div>
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