Let’s Talk About Boobs – Part 1

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I have a confession to make.
This post isn’t really about boobs. While the topic is directly related to boobs, it’s actually about breastfeeding. What with World Breastfeeding Week having just ended and it currently being National Breastfeeding Month, it seemed appropriate to address a topic that is, both figuratively and literally, close to my heart. I just thought “Let’s Talk About Boobs” was a catchier title than “I’m Finally Going to Talk About Breastfeeding on my Blog.”

I have another confession to make.
Breastfeeding used to weird me out.  Continue reading Let’s Talk About Boobs – Part 1

A Day in the Life

Today began like any other normal day. At around 4:00 am I brought our daughter to bed when she’d woken up for the 5th time and refused to stay asleep unless she was being held. I woke again to nurse her around 5:00 and then got up for good around  7:30, roused by the desperate cries of, “Mama! Maaaaaaaamaaaaa!” emanating from my sons room. I walked in, he stopped crying, held up his cup, and demanded, “Water!”  Continue reading A Day in the Life

Tantrums & Consequences

It all started with a peppermint.

Our church secretary, Mrs. Teresa, has a bowl of mints on her desk that almost all of the Bible Study toddlers have discovered. She loves to share candy with them and they are more than happy to trade hugs and fist bumps for it. Some of the kids get to eat their candy right away, but since I never let Justus get it until we’re leaving it’s always lunchtime; he is allowed to have it for dessert.

For a two-year-old he has handled this rule surprisingly well, agreeing to wait until after lunch to eat his candy.
Until today.  Continue reading Tantrums & Consequences

The Family You Choose

I’ve heard it said that friends are the family you choose. When we moved to Wichita Falls, I left the family of friends my parents had built in their almost twenty years in San Antonio. It was difficult to leave people we loved but knowing they were only six hours away softened the blow, as did going back several times over the last four years.

At our new home we built a new family. We made a network of wonderful friends, people who invited us to be part of their lives and welcomed us as if they’d known us forever. Then we started having children.  Continue reading The Family You Choose

Simple Joys

There are some really great things about being a mom but I often have to remind myself to slow down and enjoy them.

Today, I had a lunch date planned with several of my friends and we dropped off the kids for childcare at church. It rained yesterday almost all day and left puddles in the parking lot. Because we are in such a severe drought situation, this was a special occasion for my son who, in his two short years, has not had much experience with puddles. Of course his first instinct was to splash in them but I told him no and hurried inside to drop him off so I wouldn’t be late.  Continue reading Simple Joys

Eight Simple Tips for a Cleaner Home

I read an article yesterday entitled “8 Ways to Keep Your Home Cleaner Longer.” It had some decent, albeit obvious, ideas:

  • Wash and put away dishes immediately.
  • De-clutter as you notice it instead of waiting until later.
  • Only buy things you really need, etc.

Unfortunately, these ideas just don’t always work. For example, wash and put the dishes away as soon as you can is a great idea until you have a two-year-old who either wants to bounce on his infant sister or “help” you with the stabby and breakable things in the dishwasher.  Continue reading Eight Simple Tips for a Cleaner Home

Thalia’s Baby Dedication

In our denomination we do not christen or baptize our children. We believe that Baptism is an act that should come after a decision to follow Christ and since infants are not capable of making that decision, we instead dedicate them to God in the same way Hannah did Samuel (it’s in the Bible. Look it up.) When you dedicate your child to God, you are dedicating not only the child to God, but yourselves as parents to raising them in a way that honors God.

Our senior pastor invited us on the platform with Thalia and introduced her to the congregation.

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She was so well behaved. All smiles as we walked up and she was content in Pastor’s arms. He then spoke about us, about family, and about how we had become part of the family of our church and they had become ours. I started crying. I am more than ready to leave Wichita Falls. I am so excited about seeing Turkey, about living in a new country, experiencing a new culture, and having this wonderful adventure with our family. But I am NOT excited about leaving behind the people of our church. They really have become our family over the past four years. They’ve walked with us through several difficult times, stood with us in prayers, and encouraged us in myriad ways.
So of course I started crying.

When Pastor was done speaking, he prayed over us. And I started crying all over again because some of our friends came and stood with us, something extended family usually does at a baby dedication.

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Then he hugged us. I know we don’t leave for a few more months, but the closer we get, the harder it is to think about leaving these people who, for four years, have made us their own.

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After service I was planning on taking a family picture. We had some great ones from Justus’ baby dedication and I thought it would be nice to have something similar but updated. Of course, with small children, things rarely go as planned.

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We tried to take off Justus’ backpack for the picture. He burst into tears and refused to look at the camera. That is, until Aunt Lauryn pulled out her phone. But by this time, Thalia was done.

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The finished product.
I think we nailed it.

So I’ve Been Away

Okay,  I haven’t actually been away. Well I have, but not this whole time. Life happened.  A few updates:

  • We found out we were pregnant
  • We got orders to Alaska
  • I had an emergency appendectomy
  • Our orders to Alaska were cancelled due to our son’s health issues
  • We had a little girl
  • We got new orders to Turkey

That, in a nutshell, sums up the last year or so. Our daughter was born April 29th and she’s wonderful. (Of course she is. She’s my daughter.)
Also, we think we might actually get approved to go to Turkey. 
Fingers Crossed!

Oh also, the business side of things are pretty much nonexistent, so for now it’s on hiatus. The blog is just going to be a place for me to keep people updated on our goings on as we prepare to move overseas.
Happy Trails!

Imagination

5705779In the past couple days I have noticed the neatest thing about my 15 month old son. He is using his imagination! Yesterday when I clipped his toenails, he took the clippers and pretended to clip his, and then my, toenails. And today, when his father left an empty coffee cup on the table, he picked it up and proceeded to “drink” out of it, complete with slurping noises. 

Next thing you know, he’ll be inventing whole worlds. I can’t wait!

Least Effective Ministry Tool Ever

6920367I have a friend. Her name is Julia.
Everybody say, “Hi, Julia.”
“Hi, Julia.”

Julia is one of my workout buddies. We recently started training for The Color Run in September, doing the Couch to 5K program. I am not a runner. I’m not built like a runner. I’m chubby. I have short, stubby legs. My sprint is everyone else’s brisk walk. It’s kind of ridiculous. Fortunately, we are doing our training (for the time being) on side-by-side treadmills, since there is no earthly way I could keep up with Julia.

On our first day of training, I was struggling to do the 60 second intervals the workout called for. “75 hours!” Julia hollered at me. “This is nothing! You were in labor for 75 hours! This isn’t even one contraction!” Julia is an excellent workout buddy.

So I began to repay the favor, although to be honest it also helped me power through a difficult workout. “Philippians 4:13! I can do all things through Christ Jesus who gives me strength!” I would yell at her (and myself.) “We are now made more than conquerors through him who loved us and called us according to His purpose! We are running with perseverance the race marked out for us! His strength is made perfect in our weakness! Power through! We’re almost there!”

Occasionally we get funny looks from the body builders on the floor beneath us. I might care if I were using this as a ministry tool. It would be the least effective one ever. Can you imagine? Just going up to a stranger and screaming random Bible verses at them? Now pretend they’re 300 pounds of solid muscle and have biceps bigger than your head. Probably not a God-inspired activity this one.

But I don’t care what they think. Because I’m too busy living an overcoming life, walking in victory, and forcibly taking back territory in my life that the enemy used to own. So who cares if they think I’m the crazy lady on the treadmill? Not me. Not Julia. We’re too busy writing the word on our hearts. And yelling it in each other’s ears.