I just got my coffee cozy prize in the mail
the other day from Meagan -
who sent such a charming note with it, I couldn't help but smile.
Besides coffee, Bill, my children, babies, and chocolate -
I love Etsy,
and I'm a huge fan of supporting small businesses.
The particular cozy I chose (Patchwork Flowers) isn't for sale anymore (obviously),
but look how fun this one is: Photo Source
I recommend you check out Lindsey's blog and Meagan's shop
when you get a chance.
What hot beverage would your cozy hold?
This morning was ridiculous to say the least. I won't go into the gory details, but I've made amends with my second born - who graciously accepted my apology. I've also avoided getting into an accident - at least three times.
I hate to admit it, but I might be a very strong Type A sort of personality.
At times like these, it's always nice to come across posts like this. For all my momma friends who might share my love of:
crossing of ToDos being in the middle of one million projects and scheduling every moment of each day (among other things)
Gianna loves to talk and ask questions - lots of them.
I got this all in the span of a few minutes: how do you spell cinderella how do you spell cindy how do you spell regan what's regan's middle name how do you spell cody how do you spell daddy no, daddy's name how do you spell mommy what's regan's last name that's a funny name can i call her that what's cody's last name what's cody's middle name what's their dog's name what's his middle name what's his last name do they have a girl with glasses in their family what's her name what's her middle name that's a funny name what's cody's middle name that's a funny name where's Lola i want to talk to Lola are you done yet can you draw me a heart do you want to play this with me why do you have to fold laundry where's isabella what's another word for fall (whistling) what's another word for monkey what's another word for gorilla do you want to color with me (singing): here comes the bride crayonhere comes the bride crayon Photo by:D Sharon Pruitt
BOYS KEEP OUT hanging on the girls' bunk beds the other day. I've also heard them chanting: Girls rule, and boys don't! Gianna even came up with this winner: Girls pee in the toilet, and boys poop their pants.
Espy learned how to ride her bike the other day. I told The Husband to just let her go. He was hesitant. The oldest is a sensitive soul - I could understand his being cautious. She got it - first try. It was so amazing and exhilarating watching her. Who knew how proud a mom could get over her daughter riding a bike? Cheesy, I know. I think I might have been more excited than she was. I love my girls! Photo source
This song reminds me of Bill and our dating days. Love it. Love him.
When my heart is troubled and I am weighed down, Then I like to think of how this lonesome world would be If I could see your face, or hold you in my arms If you were mine, if you were mine.
If you had a bad dream I would jump inside it, And I would fight for you with all the strength that I could find. I would lead you home by your tiny hand If you were mine, if you were mine.
I would sing of love on the blackest night. I would sing of God, and how His goodness fills our loves. I would sing to you, til the morning light If you were mine, if you were mine. Fernando Ortega Photo by: D. Sharon Pruitt
Children do not accidentally become righteous leaders or emotionally healthy and productive adults - any more than seeds thrown randomly to the wind grow to be part of a thriving garden. .::. Someone needs to take responsibility for their nurture, protection, nourishment, intellectual development, manners, recreation, personal needs, and spiritual development. Someone needs to commit time and energy into staying close to them as they grow, encouraging and correcting and teaching. Sally Clarkson Agreed. Photo Source: D. Sharon Pruitt
Photo Source I think they're adorable. Go ahead lunch-packing mommies - put one in your little one's lunch box. Happy First Day of School to those of you who haven't started already! I can't believe I have a preschooler AND a first grader. Sigh.
I just had some of this for breakfast because I'm forever in love with these. Photo by: D. Sharon Pruitt Please wake up, go here, and make this blueberry snack cake. I had some with a glass of milk, but I would rather have had a cup of coffee, but I don't want our fourth daughter to be as hyper as our other three, but I think that's probably more genetic than caffeine related. I digress. Have a fantastic Saturday!
See the beautiful, comfy bed below? That was NOT our bed last night. Why? Because our older two girls (ages four and six) decided to regress to newborn status by getting up every hour or so. They tried to get in our bed. No. They tried sleeping together in the top bunk. No. It was a very. long. night. NOTE TO SELF: The Husband is not allowed to pick movie night movies for the girls without my approval. SECOND NOTE TO SELF: Don't be grumpy with the girls. This will be our lives in a few months with a for real newborn in the house! She is DEFINITELY allowed to get up whenever she wants.The four and six year old - not so much.
I made these for dinner the other night. The girls were not huge fans, but I'm definitely making them again. They'll learn to love them as much as me - I'm sure of it. Fast and delicious - my kind of meal. Photo by: Worapol Sittiphaet
This is how I usually feel towards the end of my pregnancies - big and tired. Don't get me wrong - I've been very fortunate with my girls. No complications and nothing more to complain about than tiredness, but towards the end - it just gets exhausting carrying around another person in your body. Know what I mean?
It was a Saturday night, and I was feeling like my typical end-of-pregnancy self. Bill and I were asleep, and then it happened. Contraction. That one kind of hurt, I thought. It's probably a Braxton Hicks. I went back to sleep and was woken up by another contraction. That one hurt, too. I still wasn't convinced that it was the real deal. I didn't want to pull another Gianna (that post is coming). So because I'm such an expert at birthing (totally teasing), I went back to sleep. Contraction. Ok, I wasn't asleep very long before that last one. Maybe I should start timing them? So I started timing them, and they started getting closer and closer together. Well, it might really be time.
I sat up in bed and waited for another contraction. Ouch. There it was. I can't remember what time it was, but it was definitely "middle of the night"-ish. Bill was still sleeping, and it was dark outside - that's my definition of "middle of the night."
I need to take a shower before we go to the hospital. It's just one of those things. I like to shower (don't we all??), and I just need to have one more non-rushed, middle of the night shower before we brought a newborn home - just one. I don't take middle of the night showers very often. I guess my point is I wanted to shower before going to the hospital. I'll let Bill sleep. I know! I'm such a nice wife, right? Don't let me fool you. My husband is super awesome - I'm really blessed!
Before I showered, I called my parents to see if they could come over to watch the girls. That was Step One in my Birth Plan that I had all typed up when I first found out I was pregnant. Ok, I had no such thing.
I AM one of those freakish people who likes lists, makes the bed in the morning, and can't go to sleep (easily) unless the house is "clean." I'm not as hardcore as I was earlier in our marriage, but I can definitely tell when things are unraveling - then I go on a cleaning craze. I digress.
I did talk to my mom and dad about watching the girls whenever I went into labor. My parents, being the awesome people they are, agreed.
Parents called. Check. Shower. Check.
Now I can wake Bill up.
GRACE Bill, it's time. BILL Are you sure? GRACE Yes, Bill - wake up. My parents are coming over.
GRACE Bill? Bill! BILL Ok, I'm getting up.
My husband is not a morning person. At all. Or a wake up in the middle of the night to drive the pregnant wife to the hospital to deliver the third daughter type of person - he's not one of those either.
By the time, Bill gets out of the shower (he's like me!) - the contractions are starting to get uncomfortable.That's a nice way of saying they're starting to hurt really bad, and we need to get going.
My parents get here, and as I'm talking - I have to stop during contractions. Yeah. I know. We get into the van and start driving to the hospital. Bill calls his parents to let them know that we're on our way. This is the point where I start disliking Bill because he has no idea what these contractions feel like. He says he does, but he doesn't. He DOESN'T. I love him love him love him, but I don't like him when we're on our way to the hospital. I just don't.
We made it to the hospital and got checked into the pre-delivery room, you know, the little room they put you in to "make sure" it's time. Well, they checked and agreed - it was time. They quickly got me into our delivery room and did all those things you're supposed to do before you have a baby. All I know is I had an epidural and lots of ice chips, and I was a happy girl.
It was almost eight in the morning and a few pushes later, there she was - our sweet, sweet Isabella Simone. In Hebrew, Isabella means God is my vow. Simone comes from my dad's name, Simon. We like to call her Isa (ee-sa), BellaBoo, and a variety of other things - but mostly we just call her Isabella.She is our wild child. Our climber. Our fearless explorer. It's hard to believe she's two years old already. We couldn't imagine our lives without her.
.:READING:. Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro Like my friend told me, Don't watch the trailer until you've finished reading the book. My advice is the same. SUCH a good book. Thanks for letting me borrow it, Derek!
Also, Radical by David Platt I just started reading this one (suggested by The Husband). Has anyone read it yet? .:KEEPING:. Isabella from falling off anything & everything. The child loves to climb and has no fear. Not a good combination.
.:BAKING:. I LOVE BLUEBERRIES. Please make these. So simple, but so good.