Dear Journal,
I am not a blogger. Actually, I can't stand blogging. I can't stand the idea of someone else reading my thoughts and critiquing them. Or potentially judging me. I am not a scholar in English and Grammar nor did God did bless me with a writer's ability. What I do have, though, is the desire to journal. After all, that's what I made this thing for any way. Little ole me. OK, actually I wrote it for Gavin and Layla, too. Maybe they will be able to pull from this and see we made the best of life! And if someone reads it and it blesses them, or they can relate to it, then to God be the glory! So here is to me writing, candidly!
I was finally organizing the cabinets in our office today and I came across some sweet memories. I first pulled out a card from when Jeff and I first started dating. In it was a photo from the same time frame. It made me smile. For two reasons. #1. That's where this whole, wonderful life began. Without us meeting, we (our precious family) wouldn't exist.. And #2. We have grown so much spiritually. We had our moments in the relationship that weren't pleasing to the Lord. The bar scene made it's appearance in our early relationship and it's something I regret and wish I could do over. This is where the enemy wants to creep in my head and remind me of how imperfect I was (am). And puts thoughts in my head like 'how could have God used you for the ministry had you not backslid.' But this is also where God lovingly reminds me of His grace and how He used every wrong for the good of His glory! I was raised in church..and just as His Word says....I didn't depart from it!
I then went through some cards and read them. I looked at Gavin's kindergarten year through a binder I made up. That's a whole entry on it's own. I loved his teacher (and still do for she is now a precious friend) and that whole school was a ten month season of love, growth, and maturity. In both mine and Gavin's lives. XOXO.
I found a poem I wrote. Now, I did say God didn't bless me to write. He did give me the love for poetry. I found a poem I wrote from my early 20's. I will have to say that I was pretty impressed. I'll have to add my photo of the poem later. I need to get back to writing. I don't think I am fantastic. But it makes me feel accomplished. Like I just might actually have a gift or a talent.
The last thing I pulled out was a letter from my MeMa. Words don't explain what that woman meant to me. I feel like she was part of me. She was so filled with the Spirit that she knew when I was upset. She would call and say "what's wrong" before I ever said a word. She would pray. Her letters were full of so much joy and faith. It's bc of her (and Jesus, no less) that I accepted and grew in the Lord. She was my covering. She knew my heart like no other. I feel like she and I were made from the same mold. She knew me and I knew her. Reading her letter reminded me of every joyful moment I had with her. I am happy to say, I never took my time with her for granted. Mostly because I had so much love and respect for my Mema and my Papa that I wanted to soak up every moment with them. I am so thankful for what she poured in to my life. This letter had her "sneaking" money in. I love how she would always "sneak" money in for me. Oh, I miss her. I need her advice. I need her to see how much I have grown spiritually. She and I could really do some amazing praying now! I can remember hearing her quote God's word over her life when she got sick. And she NEVER said she felt bad with out following it with "but God knows my needs." I need my Mema back in my life. Life is tough. She had four kids with PaPa working the night shift. And here I am trying my best to raise two with Jeff gone so much. I need her encouragement. I know God has placed some amazing people in my life...but it's just different when it's your own flesh and blood. I need to sit up and eat Twinkies at midnight with her. I need to get up and make her cheese and crackers and laugh like two school girls. She was my sounding board, my saving grace, my prayer warrior, my heart. I am so happy I held on those sweet letters so she could continue to encourage me. And I am even happier her spirit lives on. Zack calls me Mema all the time. I take it as the biggest compliment EVER. I love and miss you Mema!! See you on the other side.
Growing up is tough. You realize how short life is. You realize that your kids grow up WAYYYYY faster than you want them to. You realize that people will disappoint you. You realize money isn't every thing (well, not all of us realize that). Most of all, if you follow the unctions of the Holy Spirit, you realize that making God LORD over your life is life changing. And that my sweet children, is the best memory you will ever make. If you are reading this, I love you ever so much. And I pray you come to know the Lord in such an intimate way that you are so in love with Him. And I pray you can do better than me and love your Jesus BODLY.
Tonight I close with the appreciation of a trip down memory lane! God Bless!
Friday, June 20, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Less Is Not Always More
Well, it's been a year. Or so. I am glad I made myself sit down, get off Facebook or Instagram and type a little. I was cleaning off the counters tonight after dinner...which was at 10 P.M.... and in walks my children. There Layla stood all wrapped up in a towel and her big brother standing behind her. He informs me that he bathed her, brushed her teeth, and picked out her pajamas. Afterwards, he says "Whew! It's hard to do all of that!" I, being the loving mom that I am, reply back with "tell me about it...I do it all the time. And not to mention y'all ask me to do stuff all the time." I think he walked away actually appreciating me a little more! Or so I can dream.
I went back to cleaning my counters, and I thought to myself...single moms and oilfield/military wives don't get the 'attaboys' we deserve. In case you were wondering, it absolutely sucks sometimes (key word: sometimes). Doing everything alone is quite a task. Now, I know I don't have three or four children and life isn't really that hard...right? WRONG. I have two children who crave my attention all the time because I am their one and only mom. I am also the one and only person in this home molding humans, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, grocery shopping, taking the garbage out (or picking it up from the yard from the raccoons or coyotes), running to ball practices, cheering on our little one at the game, mowing the yard, saying the prayers, doing the dishes, making sure teeth get brushed correctly, getting kids ready for church, being the referee between the kids, praising the children on their success, helping with homework, doing carpool, making PTF meetings, serving at church, taking the dogs out, making appointments, washing the car, running to birthday parties, making play dates, and everything else I forgot. OH! And that doesn't mention the days when we have colossal messes like a ninety eight count cheese ball explosion or days when the 'whine-o' in both of my kids are at their peak. Just typing some of that, I wonder how on Earth do I accomplish what I do?! (I know it's through God's divine power and I ask Him for it every morning. Because Lord knows I need it just to get out of bed some days.)
So, to all you single parents and single wives out there....WAY TO GO! And by that, I am talking to myself too! Yep! Myself! Because if you are this woman and you aren't blessed to have someone willing to come clean your house for free, or haul your garbage off weekly, or have a home cooked meal brought to ya, or come watch your kids while you run errands kid-less, then you understand the need of encouragement. Because yet some how, you do all of this while still being able to serve others.
And to all you dads out there working your tails off to provide for your family, THANK YOU! You are dedicated and loved. The world needs more dads with your dedication. <---- That pertains to you, my sweet love!
Now, don't assume I hate my job or that I am miserable. That is by no means true! I love what I do. And I am blessed to be able to do it. I am just a mom experiencing motherhood and some days...... well, I just need a little push. (And in case you were wondering, yes, I do make my kids help...that's part of the "molding humans' task).
P.S.
Sorry you missed me yesterday when I totally had it all together. I managed to make homemade pizza rolls for kids and mow my front yard.
I went back to cleaning my counters, and I thought to myself...single moms and oilfield/military wives don't get the 'attaboys' we deserve. In case you were wondering, it absolutely sucks sometimes (key word: sometimes). Doing everything alone is quite a task. Now, I know I don't have three or four children and life isn't really that hard...right? WRONG. I have two children who crave my attention all the time because I am their one and only mom. I am also the one and only person in this home molding humans, cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, grocery shopping, taking the garbage out (or picking it up from the yard from the raccoons or coyotes), running to ball practices, cheering on our little one at the game, mowing the yard, saying the prayers, doing the dishes, making sure teeth get brushed correctly, getting kids ready for church, being the referee between the kids, praising the children on their success, helping with homework, doing carpool, making PTF meetings, serving at church, taking the dogs out, making appointments, washing the car, running to birthday parties, making play dates, and everything else I forgot. OH! And that doesn't mention the days when we have colossal messes like a ninety eight count cheese ball explosion or days when the 'whine-o' in both of my kids are at their peak. Just typing some of that, I wonder how on Earth do I accomplish what I do?! (I know it's through God's divine power and I ask Him for it every morning. Because Lord knows I need it just to get out of bed some days.)
So, to all you single parents and single wives out there....WAY TO GO! And by that, I am talking to myself too! Yep! Myself! Because if you are this woman and you aren't blessed to have someone willing to come clean your house for free, or haul your garbage off weekly, or have a home cooked meal brought to ya, or come watch your kids while you run errands kid-less, then you understand the need of encouragement. Because yet some how, you do all of this while still being able to serve others.
And to all you dads out there working your tails off to provide for your family, THANK YOU! You are dedicated and loved. The world needs more dads with your dedication. <---- That pertains to you, my sweet love!
Now, don't assume I hate my job or that I am miserable. That is by no means true! I love what I do. And I am blessed to be able to do it. I am just a mom experiencing motherhood and some days...... well, I just need a little push. (And in case you were wondering, yes, I do make my kids help...that's part of the "molding humans' task).
P.S.
Sorry you missed me yesterday when I totally had it all together. I managed to make homemade pizza rolls for kids and mow my front yard.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
The Vision is for an Appointed Time
I wrote this draft November 19th, 2013. I never posted it. For whatever reason. So here. It blessed me to read this. Especially since Jeff didn't get a pay check this past week bc of my hospital stay. It reminds me just how faithful my God is!
I have to journal about this house. A couple weeks prior to us getting pre-approved to buy a house, I kept getting emails about mortgage loans. I was getting mail from in my mail box and even Facebook updates about mortgage loans (pre-qualifying to be more specific). So as I saw the number 23 more and more than ever, I thought "Why not? Let's see where we are." Fast forward a couple of weeks: We were approved at way more than we wanted so, for giggles, we decided to go look at a few homes. After looking at several houses we talked and decided not to put any offers down and to wait to buy a house and pay off debt. We owed my dad $2,000 so we decided it made more sense to stay put. I told Jeff, my mom, Lisa, and Zack this: "If we could get into a house paying $300 more than we are paying now and it doesn't cost anything to move, why not buy?" Well, after looking at a house that had been on Zillow for one day, we knew it was "the" house. After looking at the house twice, we put in an offer. I got a call back two days later saying they accepted our offer! They didn't counter offer. And better yet- they agreed to pay all closing costs! WOW!! They have even agreed to give us all mineral rights. They are even breaking contract with the oil company to put it in our name! Now, let me tell you a little about this house. It is EVERY THING we prayed for. It is a brick home sitting on almost 2 acres. It has pecan trees (I prayed for trees in our yard). It has 3 bedrooms and an "extra" room. It has a laundry room and a huge kitchen, a fire place and a shop for Jeff. God. Is. Good. I mean, really good! He didn't give us three out of five things we asked for- He gave it all! Just as His Word says! He said He wants to give us exceeding abundant more than we could dream or imagine (Ephesians 3:20). He said in Habakkuk 2:3 (notice the 23?) to write our visions down- the visions were for an appointed time and though they may tarry, when they come, they will tarry not. Which is why Feb.17th of this year...I wrote my vision down. And look at God. Look at what He has done! I did the math and after saving $100 on our auto insurance, it will only costs us $245.00 more a month than what we are paying now in rent. GLORY! And our mortgage at our new house, will be less than we were paying in KY for more land and a bigger house. So, every single tear I shed, every single time I wondered why...it all came down to this. God was waiting to give us the perfect home, at the perfect time, at the perfect price. And as an extra bonus, a couple of weeks ago I prayed for either a free washer and dryer or a cheap one b/c ours sounds like a jet plane taking flight...and yes...the house has one that is staying. A little older model...but who's complaining?! To God be the Glory for all good things come from Him.
My sweetest Lord,
I just want to say thank you. I am in complete awe of You. I sit here at the end of November reflecting on this past year. One year ago, we were coming into the holidays with no money. So broke that my friends were, in fact, blessing us financially to pay our bills. We were struggling to pay Gavin's tuition when in December I got a note from the school that said I had forgotten to pay his November tuition. Jeff's hours were cut back for the holidays and here we were paying two mortgages, tuition, and two households. It was a long year. Facing each financial challenge and losing my best friend...my grandmother. Can I just say this? "Look at the difference a year makes!" This November we sit here...waiting to close on the house we prayed for. We don't pay tuition because someone (anonymously) paid Gavin's tuition in full this year, I got a babysitting job that will pay our new mortgage and my dad wrote off the money we owed him to pay off the house we took a loss on. I am in complete awe. Lord, someone told me "what a testimony. You were so faithful," but the real fact is Lord, You are faithful to us! Your Word says that if we honor you with the tenth, you will open the windows of heavens and bless your people that we would not have room to contain it (Malachi 3:10). Well, you did just that. I feel like I need an umbrella because the blessings are raining down! Your mercy truly humbles me. And I ask that you forgive me for ever wondering "why" or forever ever thinking..."I am paying my tenth, what is the hold up?" Lord, you don't owe me anything, yet you gave me everything. I love you and thank you for your promises. But the greatest gain I ever received during this season was my walk with you. And for that, it was all worth it.
Amen.
I have to journal about this house. A couple weeks prior to us getting pre-approved to buy a house, I kept getting emails about mortgage loans. I was getting mail from in my mail box and even Facebook updates about mortgage loans (pre-qualifying to be more specific). So as I saw the number 23 more and more than ever, I thought "Why not? Let's see where we are." Fast forward a couple of weeks: We were approved at way more than we wanted so, for giggles, we decided to go look at a few homes. After looking at several houses we talked and decided not to put any offers down and to wait to buy a house and pay off debt. We owed my dad $2,000 so we decided it made more sense to stay put. I told Jeff, my mom, Lisa, and Zack this: "If we could get into a house paying $300 more than we are paying now and it doesn't cost anything to move, why not buy?" Well, after looking at a house that had been on Zillow for one day, we knew it was "the" house. After looking at the house twice, we put in an offer. I got a call back two days later saying they accepted our offer! They didn't counter offer. And better yet- they agreed to pay all closing costs! WOW!! They have even agreed to give us all mineral rights. They are even breaking contract with the oil company to put it in our name! Now, let me tell you a little about this house. It is EVERY THING we prayed for. It is a brick home sitting on almost 2 acres. It has pecan trees (I prayed for trees in our yard). It has 3 bedrooms and an "extra" room. It has a laundry room and a huge kitchen, a fire place and a shop for Jeff. God. Is. Good. I mean, really good! He didn't give us three out of five things we asked for- He gave it all! Just as His Word says! He said He wants to give us exceeding abundant more than we could dream or imagine (Ephesians 3:20). He said in Habakkuk 2:3 (notice the 23?) to write our visions down- the visions were for an appointed time and though they may tarry, when they come, they will tarry not. Which is why Feb.17th of this year...I wrote my vision down. And look at God. Look at what He has done! I did the math and after saving $100 on our auto insurance, it will only costs us $245.00 more a month than what we are paying now in rent. GLORY! And our mortgage at our new house, will be less than we were paying in KY for more land and a bigger house. So, every single tear I shed, every single time I wondered why...it all came down to this. God was waiting to give us the perfect home, at the perfect time, at the perfect price. And as an extra bonus, a couple of weeks ago I prayed for either a free washer and dryer or a cheap one b/c ours sounds like a jet plane taking flight...and yes...the house has one that is staying. A little older model...but who's complaining?! To God be the Glory for all good things come from Him.
My sweetest Lord,
I just want to say thank you. I am in complete awe of You. I sit here at the end of November reflecting on this past year. One year ago, we were coming into the holidays with no money. So broke that my friends were, in fact, blessing us financially to pay our bills. We were struggling to pay Gavin's tuition when in December I got a note from the school that said I had forgotten to pay his November tuition. Jeff's hours were cut back for the holidays and here we were paying two mortgages, tuition, and two households. It was a long year. Facing each financial challenge and losing my best friend...my grandmother. Can I just say this? "Look at the difference a year makes!" This November we sit here...waiting to close on the house we prayed for. We don't pay tuition because someone (anonymously) paid Gavin's tuition in full this year, I got a babysitting job that will pay our new mortgage and my dad wrote off the money we owed him to pay off the house we took a loss on. I am in complete awe. Lord, someone told me "what a testimony. You were so faithful," but the real fact is Lord, You are faithful to us! Your Word says that if we honor you with the tenth, you will open the windows of heavens and bless your people that we would not have room to contain it (Malachi 3:10). Well, you did just that. I feel like I need an umbrella because the blessings are raining down! Your mercy truly humbles me. And I ask that you forgive me for ever wondering "why" or forever ever thinking..."I am paying my tenth, what is the hold up?" Lord, you don't owe me anything, yet you gave me everything. I love you and thank you for your promises. But the greatest gain I ever received during this season was my walk with you. And for that, it was all worth it.
Amen.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Dear Lord
Since I created this blog as an alternative to journal I am going to do just that. Journal. I have had a very long week and it is just Tuesday, so instead of a hand cramp, I am typing to you. I know you said to make our alms in secret, but seeing my one follower is my best friend, I feel I can be candid.
Dear Lord,
I am worn out. I have felt that with Jeff gone, the house not selling, the dishes, the laundry, and the kids whining and rebellion that I am done. Put a fork in it. I want to walk away, throw in the towel, give up and move on. I sat and cried out to you the other day with tears streaming down my face. I have walked this faith walk claiming our house sold for almost two years now. What am I missing?!! Lord, I felt that every worldly thought man has given me was advice I should have taken. I felt that I have missed my blessing being too focused on you performing some miracle. Isn't that the God you are?! A super natural, miracle performing God? The enemy has found a home in my head this past week and he set up camp as I rolled round in the misery he brings: the kids rebellion, whining, house not selling, and every other ill thought. It has set me on "crazy mode" and it won't turn off. Then, in the mist of this storm- add a day of vomiting (food poisoning, I suppose) to that already overwhelming feeling of I am drowning. It. keeps. getting. worse.
But then.... Lord, you show up. Even though I have hit crazy mode and convinced myself I have failed at motherhood and felt my faith walk was in vain (I mean obviously I am doing something wrong or my prayer would be answered by know, right?) you give me grace. You give me a Word in due season. I was on empty and You filled me up. I was drowning and You gave me a life preserver. I am reminded that every strong hold- is in my mind. I am reminded that you do perform miracles because you paid our son's tuition this year! Lord, you said that "so a man thinketh, is he." I have allowed the enemy to convince me that I was a bad mother. I have allowed my vision of selling our house to become nothing but a "has been hope." What was I thinking?! I seriously wonder if you ever go "when will she get it? She is having to start all over again." Lord, I am praying for you to forgive me for my unbelief. Praying you would seek my heart and forgive me of what I know is not there that may be blocking my blessing. I pray that you break down every strong hold that governs my mind and thank you that you DO want to prosper us. Lord, forgive me for not putting you on a platform you can perform on and thank you for the renewal of my faith. Lord, you said that "faith is the substance of thing hoped for and evidence of things unseen." Now all I have to say to that old serpent, is get thee behind me, Satan!! I am a good mom- I am the daughter of the King of Kings. I am royal priesthood and I have been given the abundant life and our house is SOLD! Yes, I fail, and yes I may fall, but I will get back up and ride this faith walk out until I get what I have asked. Time. And time again. Your Word says to "knock and the door will open." I have been knocking and now I expect (to hope) the door to open. I hope (to expect) to hear from you. I expect great and exceeding abundant and I pray that you would give me your heart, Lord, so that I may walk in your ways with purpose. I love you and thank you that your mercies are new EVERY DAY! Thank you that I am made new in you today, Lord. I love you and thank you for your living Word. Kingdom come!!!! Amen!
Dear Lord,
I am worn out. I have felt that with Jeff gone, the house not selling, the dishes, the laundry, and the kids whining and rebellion that I am done. Put a fork in it. I want to walk away, throw in the towel, give up and move on. I sat and cried out to you the other day with tears streaming down my face. I have walked this faith walk claiming our house sold for almost two years now. What am I missing?!! Lord, I felt that every worldly thought man has given me was advice I should have taken. I felt that I have missed my blessing being too focused on you performing some miracle. Isn't that the God you are?! A super natural, miracle performing God? The enemy has found a home in my head this past week and he set up camp as I rolled round in the misery he brings: the kids rebellion, whining, house not selling, and every other ill thought. It has set me on "crazy mode" and it won't turn off. Then, in the mist of this storm- add a day of vomiting (food poisoning, I suppose) to that already overwhelming feeling of I am drowning. It. keeps. getting. worse.
But then.... Lord, you show up. Even though I have hit crazy mode and convinced myself I have failed at motherhood and felt my faith walk was in vain (I mean obviously I am doing something wrong or my prayer would be answered by know, right?) you give me grace. You give me a Word in due season. I was on empty and You filled me up. I was drowning and You gave me a life preserver. I am reminded that every strong hold- is in my mind. I am reminded that you do perform miracles because you paid our son's tuition this year! Lord, you said that "so a man thinketh, is he." I have allowed the enemy to convince me that I was a bad mother. I have allowed my vision of selling our house to become nothing but a "has been hope." What was I thinking?! I seriously wonder if you ever go "when will she get it? She is having to start all over again." Lord, I am praying for you to forgive me for my unbelief. Praying you would seek my heart and forgive me of what I know is not there that may be blocking my blessing. I pray that you break down every strong hold that governs my mind and thank you that you DO want to prosper us. Lord, forgive me for not putting you on a platform you can perform on and thank you for the renewal of my faith. Lord, you said that "faith is the substance of thing hoped for and evidence of things unseen." Now all I have to say to that old serpent, is get thee behind me, Satan!! I am a good mom- I am the daughter of the King of Kings. I am royal priesthood and I have been given the abundant life and our house is SOLD! Yes, I fail, and yes I may fall, but I will get back up and ride this faith walk out until I get what I have asked. Time. And time again. Your Word says to "knock and the door will open." I have been knocking and now I expect (to hope) the door to open. I hope (to expect) to hear from you. I expect great and exceeding abundant and I pray that you would give me your heart, Lord, so that I may walk in your ways with purpose. I love you and thank you that your mercies are new EVERY DAY! Thank you that I am made new in you today, Lord. I love you and thank you for your living Word. Kingdom come!!!! Amen!
Monday, July 8, 2013
Independence Day 2013- Creole style
This was the second time, since being married, we weren't able to spend the forth of July with Jeff. He was recently relocated to a job that is ten hours away some where in Texas. =( The kids and I embarked on my first ever "road trip" or at least half way we were alone. I had the privilege of taking my uncle Russ to the "Big Easy" aka "NOLA" and we stayed with our dear friends a few days before we came back home.
Here is a little snap shot of my patriotic duo before we left on our trip!
Uncle Russ and I always have fun on our trips. There is good conversation and good laughs. The last trip we took together, we made plenty of funny memories as we whipped our heads and "caught" the person driving next to us looking at us. This time- we had Ruth. Baby Ruth. Layla's beloved "baby." She looks so real when we take her places that people actually think I am irresponsibly lugging a child around. So I held her as I drove and Uncle Russ bounced her on his knee." It's OK Ruth. We got cha!" Yes, we looked like the worse parents ever. And No. It wasn't responsible. But hey, life is short. Laugh a little. =)
We got to New Orleans with little time to enjoy the quarter. So Uncle Russ, the kids, and I took a quick stroll through down town and then he caught the Mega Bus home. Pretty cool ride back home to Mobile for $17.00, I say! I sure hate to see him go. He is SO much fun and it was nice to have family here for a while. Much love to ya, Uncle!
Dwayne and Annette treated me to Drago's Seafood while their girls kept the kids (I only had to bribe Layla with candy). And let me just say- the charbroiled oysters were a buttery, charbroiled delight! Can we say YUM!!?!!
We also made a trip to uptown NOLA and got to visit with (Jeff's) Aunt Carol. She is so much fun and such a pleasure to be around. I am blessed to know her and get to be a part of her life. The kids adore her as well. Gavin caught lizards (imagine that) at her house. Then, we had a quick, sit down lunch at her house and then made a trip to Sucre' with Melissa and Charles. A little scoop of heaven in a small, flower shaped bowl! I will have to say that while the ice cream and melted Smores cake was a delight, one of my favorite things was people watching and the culture. Everything in NOLA is unique. From the shops, to the people, to the sidewalks, to the bus benches, to the trolley, to the electrical poles. Yes, electrical poles. Check this out.
I didn't get a chance to snap a picture of Layla stuffing beads up her shorts at Sucre. But hey, we were in the "Big Easy" after all.
We ended our trip with a crawfish boil! Such a Cajun way to say good bye. Gavin even ate a few handfuls of them. He peeled them and everything! * Proud moment * Dwayne and Annette are so good great to us. I feel like I am living like a Cajun queen while I am there.
I could go on and on about how much fun we had. Such as how much joy I had in watching Gavin catch all the tree frogs suctioned to the Burke house. Or how he spent his days scooping out whatever he could catch in a net from the canal. Or the kids playing at the neighborhood park... and visiting with extended family (bc the good Lord allowed us to cross paths), or walking up and down Magazine Street with family, and snapping pictures of Café Du Monde coffee and Mardi Gras masks in a souvenir shop with a great Uncle, or enjoying family (where nothing has to be said to laugh). God has blessed me with the best friends and family- both near and far- and my life is so rich because of it!
Here is a little snap shot of my patriotic duo before we left on our trip!
Uncle Russ and I always have fun on our trips. There is good conversation and good laughs. The last trip we took together, we made plenty of funny memories as we whipped our heads and "caught" the person driving next to us looking at us. This time- we had Ruth. Baby Ruth. Layla's beloved "baby." She looks so real when we take her places that people actually think I am irresponsibly lugging a child around. So I held her as I drove and Uncle Russ bounced her on his knee." It's OK Ruth. We got cha!" Yes, we looked like the worse parents ever. And No. It wasn't responsible. But hey, life is short. Laugh a little. =)
(Hey, don't judge)
We got to New Orleans with little time to enjoy the quarter. So Uncle Russ, the kids, and I took a quick stroll through down town and then he caught the Mega Bus home. Pretty cool ride back home to Mobile for $17.00, I say! I sure hate to see him go. He is SO much fun and it was nice to have family here for a while. Much love to ya, Uncle!
(Can you see Uncle Russ riding shot gun, top level?!)
Dwayne and Annette treated me to Drago's Seafood while their girls kept the kids (I only had to bribe Layla with candy). And let me just say- the charbroiled oysters were a buttery, charbroiled delight! Can we say YUM!!?!!
(LOVE this couple)
We also made a trip to uptown NOLA and got to visit with (Jeff's) Aunt Carol. She is so much fun and such a pleasure to be around. I am blessed to know her and get to be a part of her life. The kids adore her as well. Gavin caught lizards (imagine that) at her house. Then, we had a quick, sit down lunch at her house and then made a trip to Sucre' with Melissa and Charles. A little scoop of heaven in a small, flower shaped bowl! I will have to say that while the ice cream and melted Smores cake was a delight, one of my favorite things was people watching and the culture. Everything in NOLA is unique. From the shops, to the people, to the sidewalks, to the bus benches, to the trolley, to the electrical poles. Yes, electrical poles. Check this out.
(In case you can't tell what this is- that is LAYERS of old signs, staples, and nails)
("You are in Saints Country" says the sign behind me
and Gavin- well, enough said)
("Red Beans, Pinball Machines, Chicory Coffee, and Hoodoo Queens.
File Gumbo and Pralines. Everything's Hot Down in New Orleans")
(Even the stop signs have character!)
I didn't get a chance to snap a picture of Layla stuffing beads up her shorts at Sucre. But hey, we were in the "Big Easy" after all.
We ended our trip with a crawfish boil! Such a Cajun way to say good bye. Gavin even ate a few handfuls of them. He peeled them and everything! * Proud moment * Dwayne and Annette are so
(Davin and Gavin- best buds-grubbing down. And Pie in the middle)
I could go on and on about how much fun we had. Such as how much joy I had in watching Gavin catch all the tree frogs suctioned to the Burke house. Or how he spent his days scooping out whatever he could catch in a net from the canal. Or the kids playing at the neighborhood park... and visiting with extended family (bc the good Lord allowed us to cross paths), or walking up and down Magazine Street with family, and snapping pictures of Café Du Monde coffee and Mardi Gras masks in a souvenir shop with a great Uncle, or enjoying family (where nothing has to be said to laugh). God has blessed me with the best friends and family- both near and far- and my life is so rich because of it!
We missed you, Jeff! Love you!
Bye-Bye Diaper Days!
I have not kept a journal...a blog...a notepad..or index cards of Layla's milestones. I find my self being too with Jeff working 14-18 hours days to remember to sit down and right a few things down. Things I think I will never forget have somehow hit the delete button in my brain. So! Here I am- to officially type it in text that: our little lady is fully potty trained!!! Last night marked night four of her sleeping in panties. I am super, over enthusiastic about this! She insisted on wearing panties to bed a few nights back and we haven't looked back since. I promised myself that with kid #2- I was NOT using Pull Ups. And where I would like to take credit for some of this- she was just an easy one to potty train. So, for you Miss Layla: Once you got it- you GOT it! You are two years and 7 months old.
This comes with me feeling a little sad for her big brother. At a little over a month away from him being seven- he is still wearing Pull-Ups to bed (with no dry nights). After a few medications, a trip to the pediatrician, and another trip to the urologist- they tell me we will revisit it when he is 8. I am praying God will allow his bladder and developmental skills to function as He designed them. I am also feeling that surgery may be needed. I believe he doesn't empty properly because of the frequent urination. And I am sure his "ADHD" (which I don't claim either) plays a big role in it. I will say this: the more I have opened up to talking to other moms about it- the more I hear how common it is. And recently I had a conversation with a lady who had a ten year old who still wet the bed. What it doesn't help with is Gavin's embarrassment to wear the Pull-Ups to bed. He tells me a lot of nights "I don't want to wear a Pull-Up, I know God will bless me." I know God hears his perfect, little prayers. We will pray this thing through!
I know I speak for both Jeff and I when I say, "I am so proud of our children." They hold the future and I can't wait to experience all the milestones of life with them!
This comes with me feeling a little sad for her big brother. At a little over a month away from him being seven- he is still wearing Pull-Ups to bed (with no dry nights). After a few medications, a trip to the pediatrician, and another trip to the urologist- they tell me we will revisit it when he is 8. I am praying God will allow his bladder and developmental skills to function as He designed them. I am also feeling that surgery may be needed. I believe he doesn't empty properly because of the frequent urination. And I am sure his "ADHD" (which I don't claim either) plays a big role in it. I will say this: the more I have opened up to talking to other moms about it- the more I hear how common it is. And recently I had a conversation with a lady who had a ten year old who still wet the bed. What it doesn't help with is Gavin's embarrassment to wear the Pull-Ups to bed. He tells me a lot of nights "I don't want to wear a Pull-Up, I know God will bless me." I know God hears his perfect, little prayers. We will pray this thing through!
I know I speak for both Jeff and I when I say, "I am so proud of our children." They hold the future and I can't wait to experience all the milestones of life with them!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
The Bread of Life
If old men will dream dreams and young men will dream visions, then I am seeing something. What is that you may ask? The bigger picture! A few nights ago (on April 11th, 2013 to be exact) I was literally woken up from my sleep. I felt as though my thoughts were speaking out loud to me. I know we, Christians, know that God paid the ultimate price for us, but to be honest: sometimes it's so hard for me to wrap my head around that whole idea. Not in a sense as I don't believe it, but in a sense as really grasping what God did for ME (and all of you as believers).
Before bed, I baked some zucchini bread. Layla and Gavin's favorite! They love it! So much in fact, that they ate so much that evening it ended up being their dinner. Hey, if it's good enough for breakfast, then it's good enough for dinner! ;) Afterwards, it was our usual bedtime routine and then it was off to bed.
At sometime in the early morning hours (I want to say it was 1:30 a.m.) I was told this: "Just as you made the zucchini bread and did all the work to prepare it and bake it, and just as your children got to enjoy the bread, so did I for you. " It literally woke me up from my sleep. I woke up with such clarity. My children did absolutely nothing to help me make that bread. However, they got to enjoy all the benefits of it! God did the same thing for us! He paid the price and bore our sins and we get to enjoy the benefits of it!
The next morning, I began reflecting on it. I began to think about how I am God's child. God cares about me the same way I care about my children. He wants me to partake in happy, healthy living; just as it makes me happy to give to our children and want to see them happy. Jesus paid it all. He did all the work, he paid the price and here we are, as believers, getting to reap the benefits of it! And the amazing thing is, he used a loaf of zucchini bread to bring this revelation to me! God can truly use anything to bring Him glory! Never before has John 6:35 been so literal. "And Jesus said to them, I am the bread of life: he that comes to me shall never hunger, and he that believes on me shall never thirst." I am so honored to have heard from Him.
And he said unto them "He that hath ears to hear, let him hear." Mark. 4:9
Before bed, I baked some zucchini bread. Layla and Gavin's favorite! They love it! So much in fact, that they ate so much that evening it ended up being their dinner. Hey, if it's good enough for breakfast, then it's good enough for dinner! ;) Afterwards, it was our usual bedtime routine and then it was off to bed.
At sometime in the early morning hours (I want to say it was 1:30 a.m.) I was told this: "Just as you made the zucchini bread and did all the work to prepare it and bake it, and just as your children got to enjoy the bread, so did I for you. " It literally woke me up from my sleep. I woke up with such clarity. My children did absolutely nothing to help me make that bread. However, they got to enjoy all the benefits of it! God did the same thing for us! He paid the price and bore our sins and we get to enjoy the benefits of it!
The next morning, I began reflecting on it. I began to think about how I am God's child. God cares about me the same way I care about my children. He wants me to partake in happy, healthy living; just as it makes me happy to give to our children and want to see them happy. Jesus paid it all. He did all the work, he paid the price and here we are, as believers, getting to reap the benefits of it! And the amazing thing is, he used a loaf of zucchini bread to bring this revelation to me! God can truly use anything to bring Him glory! Never before has John 6:35 been so literal. "And Jesus said to them, I am the bread of life: he that comes to me shall never hunger, and he that believes on me shall never thirst." I am so honored to have heard from Him.
And he said unto them "He that hath ears to hear, let him hear." Mark. 4:9
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Waiting to Bloom
Hello, blogger(s)! All one of you who follow my page. Ha! It's been a while since I have last blogged. But my one follower, who happens to be one of my best friends, has convinced me to write again. I use to write poems and such, but lately I have been journaling (but I must I will say that the pen and paper can leave my hand cramping). And speaking of blogs, the Lord lead me to an acquaintance's blog and it was so encouraging to read her candid thoughts about how her not so perfect life was playing out. Seeing her on the other side of that season in her life gave me hope. It also made me want to start blogging so I can read about the seasons in my life later. Right now, we are still in a season of waiting. Where we are very planted and we are feeding the soil and watering our spiritual walk, and praying...waiting on the harvest.
Nothing put that into perspective better than today. Today, God gave me a revelation. A simple yet strong revelation. About a month ago, I planted some tomato plants. I bought cheap soil because...well...we aren't exactly "rollin' in the dough" or anything, but none the less, I planted them. I have been watering them and the cheap soil was DRINKING up the water. And I noticed today that little yellow flowers were on the plants! They will miraculously transform in little tiny tomatoes and grow until we are ready to eat them! And here is what God gave me: These plants grow towards the sun. Just as we do. God created every living thing under the sun to need light and water to grow. Just as we lean into the Son of Man and water our spirit, it grows. And in due season, we will reap the benefits of the time we spent nurturing what we planted. And when we are planted...God can bless that. That means we are rooted in His word. And what's even more awesome, is it doesn't matter what "soil" or "condition" you are in. Even the best of soil can't make it through a drought if it isn't watered at some point. And doesn't it seem that we are so thirsty for God when we are in such need of Him? Soaking up every one of His promises because we are so thirsty for Him. Just like the cheap soil. It needed more water than the other "expensive" soil. So, I will keep on waiting, watering, and feeding on God's Word. He will surely bring fruit in due season.
(And just for my own reference- this "season" of my life has us at over a year and a half waiting on our house in KY to sale. We have only had two offers. And after both counter offers, we have heard nothing back from either one. I guess the only thing left to do is wait. And water. And feed on God's Word until the right buyer comes).
Nothing put that into perspective better than today. Today, God gave me a revelation. A simple yet strong revelation. About a month ago, I planted some tomato plants. I bought cheap soil because...well...we aren't exactly "rollin' in the dough" or anything, but none the less, I planted them. I have been watering them and the cheap soil was DRINKING up the water. And I noticed today that little yellow flowers were on the plants! They will miraculously transform in little tiny tomatoes and grow until we are ready to eat them! And here is what God gave me: These plants grow towards the sun. Just as we do. God created every living thing under the sun to need light and water to grow. Just as we lean into the Son of Man and water our spirit, it grows. And in due season, we will reap the benefits of the time we spent nurturing what we planted. And when we are planted...God can bless that. That means we are rooted in His word. And what's even more awesome, is it doesn't matter what "soil" or "condition" you are in. Even the best of soil can't make it through a drought if it isn't watered at some point. And doesn't it seem that we are so thirsty for God when we are in such need of Him? Soaking up every one of His promises because we are so thirsty for Him. Just like the cheap soil. It needed more water than the other "expensive" soil. So, I will keep on waiting, watering, and feeding on God's Word. He will surely bring fruit in due season.
(And just for my own reference- this "season" of my life has us at over a year and a half waiting on our house in KY to sale. We have only had two offers. And after both counter offers, we have heard nothing back from either one. I guess the only thing left to do is wait. And water. And feed on God's Word until the right buyer comes).
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Life's a beach!
Oh, summer, where have you gone? How is it possible that we have only been home less than a week and I'm already ready to go back living life seaside style! We had the best time and met three wonderful families. God truly blesses us everywhere we go! We were even able to see my Uncle Russ and Aunt Carol. They were in Mobile so they made a little drive over for a much needed visit. We had some rainy, cloudy days, but that ended up being such a blessing. Layla took after her daddy with having sensitive eyes. She could hardly open them when we stepped on the the white sand when the sun was shining. It made her pretty sad. So the cloudy days made our lives a bit easier! Layla loved going "nigh nigh" in the sand. Her favorite thing was being covered chin to toe in the sand. Gavin's favorite thing was looking for clams that buried themselves near the shore line. After a few days of that, he began to appreciate the waves as he used his boogie board to ramp the waves and he would let them take him into shore! And last but NOT least was crabbing. We all enjoyed that! Well, except when Layla would come up upon some suspicious looking seaweed in the sand. It frightened Miss Layla. She didn't like the "weeweed." Our adopted family would go with us, too. Austin was great with Gavin. Gavin really looked up to him and enjoyed playing with him. I can't wait to go back next year. My heart always sinks on our way home. Our family time is much more precious now and the beautiful beach and ocean have my heart!
So, back to reality! Gavin starts kindergarten NEXT WEEK! It will be so bitter sweet. I look forward to hearing about what he has learned and hearing him talk about the Lord! I also look forward to packing his lunch and baking him his favorite treats! He tells me he is not at all excited about school because "there will be too much work." HA! However, when I pulled up to the store next to his school, I said "there is your school" he says with much enthusiasm "WHERE?!" I hope he enjoys it and his experience in kindergarten is nothing short of wonderful!
Update on Miss Layla. A princess indeed (as I type, she is sitting in her brother's lap who insisted she sit there so he could show her videos of herself. I said no when she asked and she cried. Look where that got her! Ha! It is so sweet). She is very vocal these days. Now 21 months old, she is talking in sentences. She isn't as articulate as her brother but she says A LOT of words. Almost everything we say. And I understand her just fine! She is neat and tidy and she loves being my big helper. She still loves her paci and her blanket VERY much. She has added baby dolls to that list of things she loves. She totes them around as she rocks them and shushes them to sleep. I love that it her motherly instincts to do so. I have not taught her any of that. Papa and Nana bought her a tin tea cup set. She knew what a tea party was without me having to show her. She went and got it when I asked if she wanted to have a tea party and she poured me some tea. I LOVE that we have a boy who is 100% boy and we have a girl who is 100% girl. And it's pretty fun dressing a girl if I may add! Some things Layla loves: her paci, blanket, babies, watching herself on video (she wants to watch "yay yay" alllllllll the time), she loves shredded cheese (she could polish off a bag if I let her), black olives, cups, spoons, and swinging. She used to have mixed feelings about swinging, but she is very much in love with the idea of swinging. She seems to think that her brother should be swinging right next to her. She even cried once when I told her bubby didn't want to swing.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Skate anyway.
I logged on to edit a previous post. But thanks to my natural blond roots and a bad night's sleep...I deleted it instead. Seriously?!
A little recap: Summer time is officially here! I didn't think I would say this...but...I am so happy Jeff's job puts him in a hotel. It's been such a blessing! Having access to a pool all the time has been so much fun! Especially since it gets too hot to do anything else. Gavin has been getting full use out of it! He is our little fish. He always has been. With the help from mom, we would blow in his face as a baby and dunk him. By the age of two, he thought himself how to swim under water. Now, he is doing cannon balls, treading water, and doing flips off the side of the 9 FOOT! He has no fear....imagine that!
I didn't think Layla would share the same love for aquatics. Last year, she didn't take to us blowing in her face as well as her older brother and besides, she has never liked water on her face. But this year, she is proving to us she will be a water baby as well. She will go under and not take in any water. Yay for Layla! Her favorite thing is to walk off the steps and "drop" off the side! She likes to hang on to the side and pull herself over to the steps. And she also likes when we toss her in the air! She absolutely HATES being in a float or wearing floaties. Restraining things are not for her...(she hated the car seat forever for this reason).
The other day we took Gavin to a skating party. He didn't enjoy it so much. It was only his second time to skate. After falling down, he walked off the rink and bowed his head as he told me "I never want to skate again." My heart broke for him for two reasons. 1. He was embarrassed. I remember that feeling. It's so awkward. 2. He already cared what others thought. Later that night, as my head hit the pillow, I was thinking about what I had to explain to Gavin. It doesn't matter what people think. He would only look silly if he didn't get back up and try again. I had to tell him we weren't around to to see the good skaters fall down when they first learned how to skate. It reminded me of a valuable life lesson. It really DOESN'T matter what people think. And I needed to remind myself of that. In this age of Facebook and Twitter, I find myself comparing my life with everyone. And wondering if I am good at enough things or if I made enough of myself. So reminding Gavin of that, was a refreshing reminder that if we worry about what others think, we could miss out on some incredible things in our daily lives! I'm so thankful we were blessed with two beautiful, healthy kids. I thank God for his grace and giving us these children. Because in raising them, I am becoming a better me!
A little recap: Summer time is officially here! I didn't think I would say this...but...I am so happy Jeff's job puts him in a hotel. It's been such a blessing! Having access to a pool all the time has been so much fun! Especially since it gets too hot to do anything else. Gavin has been getting full use out of it! He is our little fish. He always has been. With the help from mom, we would blow in his face as a baby and dunk him. By the age of two, he thought himself how to swim under water. Now, he is doing cannon balls, treading water, and doing flips off the side of the 9 FOOT! He has no fear....imagine that!
I didn't think Layla would share the same love for aquatics. Last year, she didn't take to us blowing in her face as well as her older brother and besides, she has never liked water on her face. But this year, she is proving to us she will be a water baby as well. She will go under and not take in any water. Yay for Layla! Her favorite thing is to walk off the steps and "drop" off the side! She likes to hang on to the side and pull herself over to the steps. And she also likes when we toss her in the air! She absolutely HATES being in a float or wearing floaties. Restraining things are not for her...(she hated the car seat forever for this reason).
The other day we took Gavin to a skating party. He didn't enjoy it so much. It was only his second time to skate. After falling down, he walked off the rink and bowed his head as he told me "I never want to skate again." My heart broke for him for two reasons. 1. He was embarrassed. I remember that feeling. It's so awkward. 2. He already cared what others thought. Later that night, as my head hit the pillow, I was thinking about what I had to explain to Gavin. It doesn't matter what people think. He would only look silly if he didn't get back up and try again. I had to tell him we weren't around to to see the good skaters fall down when they first learned how to skate. It reminded me of a valuable life lesson. It really DOESN'T matter what people think. And I needed to remind myself of that. In this age of Facebook and Twitter, I find myself comparing my life with everyone. And wondering if I am good at enough things or if I made enough of myself. So reminding Gavin of that, was a refreshing reminder that if we worry about what others think, we could miss out on some incredible things in our daily lives! I'm so thankful we were blessed with two beautiful, healthy kids. I thank God for his grace and giving us these children. Because in raising them, I am becoming a better me!
(Skating rink pictures are poor becasue of bad lighting and I used my iphone)
We may fall. We may look stupid. But that's alright! It's OK to fall...the biggest failure would be to fall and NOT get back up!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Train up a child in the way He should go
Today has been sobering to me. As Layla and I made a run into Target, I hung up the phone with my mom. She called me to tell on Gavin. She told me that she called for Gavin to come downstairs (because it time for them to leave) and she wondered what was taking him so long. When he came down, he told her "I cleaned my room, my mom's room, and Layla's room. I know that will make my mom happy." He wanted to surprise me. With tears in my eyes and tears in hers, we were overwhelmed with his thoughtfulness. He has matured. In just two months, our first born will be six. I don't know if I'm ready for it, but that doesn't really matter. It will be here in the blink of an eye. I can't get over the change in maturity. I use to have a little boy who wouldn't sit still long enough to eat and who was asking me for "shockit milk" and now he is approaching kindergarten and his 6th birthday party. I am very proud of him not only as our son, but as a big brother, and for being the faithful child of God that he is. Last night, we said our prayers and I thought to myself "no wonder he was asked to say the closing prayer at his four year old graduation." His prayers are full of faith, sincerity, and innocence. It is no wonder God's word says "Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven" (Matt 18:4). As a parent who is trying to raise God fearing children, this is my biggest proud parent brag.
Something else Jeff and I have noticed is how Gavin has matured into not just being Layla's big brother, but he has become her caretaker. Gavin babies her, consoles her when she is hurt, defends her, and he is even getting her dressed and offering to watch her for me while I clean. Of course, Layla loves it because she is convinced she is his shadow. Wherever he goes, she is sure to follow. I love it. It makes my heart feel as though it is bursting with joy. And let me tell you something- don't think for one second you can scold Layla with Gavin around. He will give you the evil eye and comfort her. Even if she has done wrong (which honestly rarely happens), he only wants her to get a mild "no, no." (That is unless it is coming from him. And if HE hurts her feelings, he is down on her level trying to take back what he just said). His love for her and wanting to please her is so endearing. And she feels the same way about her brother. She wants him near all the time. Kindergarten will be a big adjustment for her too because her other half won't be here with us during the day.
And I can't forget to mention that Gavin is now a yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do. Watch out world, a ninja is in training!
So, ready or not, August will be here before we know it. Khakis, polo's, lunches, and homework. All of this will come too soon. As for now, I will cherish every minute I have with my five year old, bug hunting, faithful, pool loving, little boy. Because he is only young for a little while.....
Train up a a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Our Week at a Glance: Tooth loose and Fancy Free
Whew! What a week! We have had an activity,appointment, play date, or time with friends planned since LAST Sunday. From Sunday to Sunday, we were on the go. The week was jammed packed and through the hustle and bustle of coming and going, my heart was full of joy. And this week is not too different. I have such great family and friends. I love that I live a life with extended family who want to make our life a part of theirs. Something I felt we lacked living in Morgantown (and the reason I felt so alone living up there. But let me clarify that there are MANY from Morgantown who hold a specail place in my heart and I love dearly and you all know who you are). =)
Yesterday, Monday was just that. A Monday. I make it a point not to clean and do laundry on the weekends (especially when Jeff is off for the weekend), so yesterday I spent most of my day cleaning, cooking, and catching up on four BIG loads of laundry. And then I was pleasantly surprised when one of my BEST friends came by to just hang out. Sarah, your the best! And thank GOODNESS she was here. As we sat catching up on life, I decided we should sit outside on the porch with Gavin. He loves the attention and Layla was napping so we could give him just that and watch all his stunts and power swinging. Well, we step outside and Gavin was outside playing with Boxer (later named Jack), which is his new pet turtle (Mamere found him trying to cross the road, so we rescued him from getting any more damage to his shell). Gavin being the trickster he is tells me his finger is stuck on the back of the turtle. I laugh and say, "yeah, right!" I pause and say "Are you serious?" and his reply "yes." I still wasn't convinced so I go to pick up the turtle....not a good idea. His finger was attached! On the back end! He began to cry and I panicked and thought I should call 911. Then it dawned me that it was the back end of the turtle. Because when you panic, you forget what you know! He was sitting so quietly as if nothing was wrong until I entered the scene. After a little debate of picking it up or killing it (every time I moved the turtle, he would clamp harder on Gavin's finger), I pick up the turtle, pry his back end shell open and Sarah pulls Gavin's hand and frees his finger. Poor thing, he was so scared. I was thankful for Sarah's calm and peace during a crazy mom moment! So lesson learned. The back end of a turtle is just as bad as the front!
Later that day, we were on our way to the sand box when I sat Layla down only for her to scream while grabbing her shirt. I snatched her up and look and I saw nothing. Again, I panic. I thought...what if it's a black widow! I show Terry and we discovered about five or six stings. =( Poor thing! I didn't see anything flying coming or going, but she had a flowy top on so obviously it was quicker than my eye. She didn't cry long, THANK GOODNESS, so I doctor her up with some backing soda paste. That wasn't eventful enough so Gavin informs me he has pulled his tooth using a string. His tooth has been loose for about a week. He said he was trying to break the dental floss and yanked his tooth out! HA! That has Gavin written all over it! This is his second tooth gone. Just about a month apart! (Due to inflation the tooth fairy raised his reward a dollar!) Layla is getting teeth and Gavin is losing his. I know this sounds so clique, but "where does the time go?"
So, as I reflect back on our busy week, today's agenda has nothing on it! I'm still organizing and doing laundry, but I'm enjoying our day. The kids are playing (well and in good moods) ,the weather is nice, and dinner is cooked, that is worth slowing life down to enjoy!
Yesterday, Monday was just that. A Monday. I make it a point not to clean and do laundry on the weekends (especially when Jeff is off for the weekend), so yesterday I spent most of my day cleaning, cooking, and catching up on four BIG loads of laundry. And then I was pleasantly surprised when one of my BEST friends came by to just hang out. Sarah, your the best! And thank GOODNESS she was here. As we sat catching up on life, I decided we should sit outside on the porch with Gavin. He loves the attention and Layla was napping so we could give him just that and watch all his stunts and power swinging. Well, we step outside and Gavin was outside playing with Boxer (later named Jack), which is his new pet turtle (Mamere found him trying to cross the road, so we rescued him from getting any more damage to his shell). Gavin being the trickster he is tells me his finger is stuck on the back of the turtle. I laugh and say, "yeah, right!" I pause and say "Are you serious?" and his reply "yes." I still wasn't convinced so I go to pick up the turtle....not a good idea. His finger was attached! On the back end! He began to cry and I panicked and thought I should call 911. Then it dawned me that it was the back end of the turtle. Because when you panic, you forget what you know! He was sitting so quietly as if nothing was wrong until I entered the scene. After a little debate of picking it up or killing it (every time I moved the turtle, he would clamp harder on Gavin's finger), I pick up the turtle, pry his back end shell open and Sarah pulls Gavin's hand and frees his finger. Poor thing, he was so scared. I was thankful for Sarah's calm and peace during a crazy mom moment! So lesson learned. The back end of a turtle is just as bad as the front!
Later that day, we were on our way to the sand box when I sat Layla down only for her to scream while grabbing her shirt. I snatched her up and look and I saw nothing. Again, I panic. I thought...what if it's a black widow! I show Terry and we discovered about five or six stings. =( Poor thing! I didn't see anything flying coming or going, but she had a flowy top on so obviously it was quicker than my eye. She didn't cry long, THANK GOODNESS, so I doctor her up with some backing soda paste. That wasn't eventful enough so Gavin informs me he has pulled his tooth using a string. His tooth has been loose for about a week. He said he was trying to break the dental floss and yanked his tooth out! HA! That has Gavin written all over it! This is his second tooth gone. Just about a month apart! (Due to inflation the tooth fairy raised his reward a dollar!) Layla is getting teeth and Gavin is losing his. I know this sounds so clique, but "where does the time go?"
(our little song bird, playing in the bird seed this morning)
As I have said before, life is short...live happy! And that is JUST what I plan on doing today!
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Oil Field Blues
What a beautiful day! A perfect Saturday. It's not too hot and my kids are in good humor, yet I can't shake this feeling of blah. I sit and think about all the families who are enjoying the weekend together and here I sit, alone, wishing my husband was home so we could enjoy the day together. I guess I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself and I should shake it off. But the truth is, it's more than just not wanting to be home alone. It's me really wanting to be home alone. A feeling we haven't had in months. I thank God every night that we have a roof over our head and plenty of room. And I am very grateful my mom and step dad have opened their home up to us (and they are easy going roommates), but I am longing to have a place of our own. Where our schedule doesn't interfere with anyone else's. I miss cleaning my own counter tops (yes, I actually miss cleaning my own kitchen). And I miss having a "space" for everything. Satan likes to put thoughts in my head that we may never sell our home, but I know he is just up to his old tricks trying to drag down my faith. And what does that mean? Well, call me crazy but I'm pretty lucky he is trying to do that. That means I'm living my life full of faith and he can't stand the thought of it! God's word is full of promises and 2 Cor. 1:20 says "for all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen." So, I have faith in knowing what I ask for he has given to me. After all, his Word says "surely I have built thee a house to dwell in forever." Yes, this means our eternal home, but this is also so literal to me. God gave me that scripture (which is a whole new blog of it's own), so I know He has sent someone to buy our home. I just have to wait for them to come forth.
When I opened the computer to write this blog, I thought to myself "some days are diamonds and some days are stone" and I was just have a "stone" kind of day. But as I wrote about how faithful God is, I realized that my day is not going to be a stone kind of day. How could it be? This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it! Though every day is not going to be rainbows and butterflies (especially with me longing to be some where I am not) I have the choice to make the best of each day. Does this mean it doesn't matter that Jeff isn't here with us? NO! I still wish my husband is at home with us and I still long for our own home, but God has blessed us abundantly. He has given Jeff great job and we are living comfortably.
Normally when these days arise, I call a good friend, my MeMa, or find something fun to do. Today, I opened the computer and wrote. I think it's safe to say I will get much more out of this blog than I first realized!
When I opened the computer to write this blog, I thought to myself "some days are diamonds and some days are stone" and I was just have a "stone" kind of day. But as I wrote about how faithful God is, I realized that my day is not going to be a stone kind of day. How could it be? This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it! Though every day is not going to be rainbows and butterflies (especially with me longing to be some where I am not) I have the choice to make the best of each day. Does this mean it doesn't matter that Jeff isn't here with us? NO! I still wish my husband is at home with us and I still long for our own home, but God has blessed us abundantly. He has given Jeff great job and we are living comfortably.
Normally when these days arise, I call a good friend, my MeMa, or find something fun to do. Today, I opened the computer and wrote. I think it's safe to say I will get much more out of this blog than I first realized!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Layla: 17 Months
Layla's likes:
Her purple blanket. OK, so maybe this is more of a love! She calls it her "baybay." She kisses it, hugs it, and totes it everywhere. I have vowed to make it a home comfort only. I don't want to get in the habit of taking it everywhere we go.
Her paci (although it's not used as much as it was)
Being chased! Talk about getting a girl to giggle!
The sandbox
Chocolate milk (oops...I think I have started a bad habit)
Gum. Unless you intend to share, keep it in your purse, ladies!
Snacks. She is becoming a junk food junkie! I buy the "healthier" snacks to keep her from getting off our all natural diet too much. Her favorites include: goldfish, graham crackers, Nutella, and Natural Cheetos
Food. Chili, Gumbo, Red beans and rice, spaghetti, soft tacos, and mac and cheese are her favorites.
Jeep Rides with bubbie. She gives a sweet pageant wave every time he makes a loop.
Layla's Dislikes:
Being dirty. This is why I was surprised she loved the sandbox so much.
Water on her face in the bath. It's always been a dislike of hers. I still dump it occasionally so she won't be so shocked when we take her swimming.
Condiments. Unlike her brother, she is not a condiment kind of person.
A swing. Layla swinging is more of a work out. Put her in it, swing her twice, she wants down, then repeat!
Layla's Language:
She calls us all by name of course, but here are some of the fun things she says:
Oh yeah!
Let's goi! (Let's go)
K!
Hooooooot
Hey MayMay (Maddie May)
Hey TayTay (KK) with an added crunch sound at the end! We have no clue where that came from or what it's all about!
Cries, laughs, and coughs on demand (my favorite)
Closes her eyes tight and leans her head on the shoulder when you say "Go night night"
Kisses with a sweet little "mmmmmm"
Although she isn't following in the footsteps of her brother, who could talk in complete sentences by her age, take no doubt that she understands everything we say! And listens well!
Mommy's Moments:
She let me paint her toenails. I was shocked she sat there so still- as if she have done it 10 times.
It was a sweet mother daughter moment for us as it gave me insight on what it will be like to have spa dates with my little angel!
Watching brother and sister play. Nothing brings me more joy. I love watching her mimic her brother as much as I love listening to her brother encourage her and call her "sweetie" and "baby".
My sweet Layla,
A lot has happened in 17 months! Almost a year and a half ago, we were in Bowling Green, KY awaiting the arrival of our sweet little lady. You came into this world quiet, content, and absolutely perfect. A little less than a year later, we were making our way back to Louisiana. You are truly a sweet southern belle. Now, 17 months old, you are still quiet, content and absolutely perfect. You have your daddy wrapped around her finger (I think it's safe to say that for all the men in our family! As for now, your the only little granddaughter on my side of the family). I thank God for you. You have completed our family.
-Mom
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails
I love spring in the south. I especially love the days when there is no humidity, beautiful weather, and I can sit outside and watch Gavin's little red head bouncing around in the yard. He is always on a mission. There is always a bug, lizard, or frog that is desperate for Gavin to rescue. Outside are six "bug habitats." Not to mention the bug playground, bug net, and bug vacuum. Of course, one habitat is reserved for semi dead flies only. Everything must have it's place. Even in the world of bug catching!
Our days normally start off with a fight to get Gavin to eat the smallest of breakfast and then before I can get him to brush his teeth or put his clothes on for the day, he is out to see what nature has in store for him. His love for bugs and animals far exceeds a typical five year old boy.
Our days normally start off with a fight to get Gavin to eat the smallest of breakfast and then before I can get him to brush his teeth or put his clothes on for the day, he is out to see what nature has in store for him. His love for bugs and animals far exceeds a typical five year old boy.
(This week's fun catch is a baby lizard)
Gavin is a boy that LIVES for grubs, caterpillars, frogs, lizards, and any other creepy crawler. And I live to watch him do what he loves doing.
-Erin
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I jumped on the Blog Wagon
So here goes nothing! I decided to create a blog! So entry #1 begins. I'm not out to see how many "followers" I can gain nor am I an expert writer (so I apologize in advance if my writing skills do not blow your mind). I like to journal and write down memories- the funny and not so funny things my children do; and above all, I like to write about my faith in the one who gave me eternal life. Through Him (God of course), my life is blessed.
This blog is dedicated to Gavin and Layla. May one day, you read this blog and know that every stroke of my finger was written with great love and joy for you two. My prayer for my children: that you become a great man and woman of God. That you teach your children the fear of the Lord. To love the life you are given. To live it with faith, live it happy, and enjoy every moment that Lord has given you. I love you two. You are my world. XOXO.
This blog is dedicated to Gavin and Layla. May one day, you read this blog and know that every stroke of my finger was written with great love and joy for you two. My prayer for my children: that you become a great man and woman of God. That you teach your children the fear of the Lord. To love the life you are given. To live it with faith, live it happy, and enjoy every moment that Lord has given you. I love you two. You are my world. XOXO.
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