"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Happy Randomness

There's a lot of happy going on around here.  Not pretending like Sophie didn't stand at the top of the stairs crying and screaming at 6:45am because I didn't lay a dress out for her, because that's exactly what she did.  Or that I haven't capped my day with plunging a potty and/or cleaning up poop, because that happened too.  Oh yes plenty of funny challenges laughed at later and some challenges that penetrate heart ache because I miss my daddy and things just didn't turn out the way I thought they would.
We cry and we ache, we long for, and let go.

And right now, we're just plain happy.  Enjoying our happy randomness of every day life.

Celebrating my friend Kerri on her birthday, this sweet mama is the berries and all who are blessed to know her agree.
Sophie had her first field trip at school, a bug walk.  A simple outing of digging in the dirt, lifting up logs of wood, and pouncing along with grasshoppers, all in search for little critters to shove into a plastic baby food tub.
A successful trip indeed.
Sister spent most of her time with sweet Ella Rose and kept her eye on the food table being prepared.  The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

And Alice had the same idea.  Dirt cake consumption.


When we drive down hills, she puts her hands up and screams like she's on a roller coaster.
She begs for sister's helmet to be snapped on and a turn on the bike.
She lays quietly in her crib until you come and get her in the morning and then she hits the ground running.
And she loves her some dirt cake.

The happy dance continues.
A trip to Miss Heather's house, she has celebrity status in our house.  A delightful outing to take us into the weekend.
I loaded up some game-day-ready babies and we headed to see daddy at work, with glittered pictures in tow for him.




We headed back home with friends, the Boyd's, for some playing and popsicles.

Enter, more happy randomness...

House Church dance party because little hearts have chosen to follow Him forever.

After dinner play at the park.
Cinnamon Roll waffles.  Grab a can of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls and throw 'em in your waffle maker for a few minutes, then top with icing or in our case, caramel icing.  
Thank you very much Pinterest.
















And more bug walks.


Belle is smiling these days.  It absolutely wrecks me, in fact I am just a mess over this baby.
This weekend, more happy is being served up with a side of laundry and fits over dresses.

We are grateful.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A Family in the Making

I am a sucker for those behind-the-scenes shows on pretty much anything.  Movies, flipping houses, how processed cheese is really made.
The mystery of it all, the secret ingredient, the wow factor.  The real deal.
Well lately around these parts, the realness and here's-how-it-really-goes-down factor has officially set up camp in our house and has no intention of leaving for awhile.
Somewhere between my goldfish dusted floors and the endless laundry, I find myself in a season of adjustment and change, at times on full display for all to see and other moments, behind the scenes.

A family in the making.

Behind the scenes, sisterhood is brewing and between these sisters it's 80% butterflies and rainbows and 20% havoc.
A natural piece to little girls with the sass and ugliness they can just tap into whenever they want, because it's there.  And a piece learned, watching their mama when the same ugliness is chosen over kindness and grace in her response.

We're learning.

And then there's Bunny.

Behind her little voice and whale spout hair, she is absolutely fierce.  Sister has made it very clear she is not the baby, and she means it.  She is a sister, a big sister, and she can keep up with the older girls.
Few words these days but strong actions to clearly communicate her agenda of independence and strong will.
She pushes, pulls hair.
She swallowed her hair barrette today.
She's loud, wants to be heard and flashes that mouth full of teeth with the bluest eyes deep in thought of her next move.

Because that's how silent ninjas operate.




Sweet birthday girl, Brentley.  

We are learning together and having a blast along the way.



Babies nap wherever they can, snoozing through ballet lobbies, gymnastic lessons, carpool lines, and errands.



And since I am so fantastic at not having it together, gaps are left on the grocery list and items are lacking, important items like vanilla extract.  It served us well because we stumbled upon our new favorite cookie recipe, Peanut Butter Cup cookies...without vanilla extract.
PB Cup Cookies
2 1/4 c. flour
1 tsp. soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1 1/2 sticks softened butter
1/4 c. peanut butter
3/4 c. sugar
3/4 c. brown sugar 
2 egg
1/2 package bite size PB cups, chopped
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1. whisk dry ingredients, set aside
2. in mixer cream butters and sugar
3. add eggs
4. slowly add dry ingredients, then PB cups
5. plop on greased sheets 
6. bake at 350 for 7-9 minutes

They make for a fabulous snack, meal, or nibble over a chat about why she chose to cut a chunk of her hair off while I was bathing her sister.
I am learning to embrace the rawness that seems so prevalent in this season.
How family walks bring us together, sweet time cherished mixed with tantrums over which street to take and tired voices whining for more snack, more shade, more independence.


Meeting neighborhood friends and loving on each other's kiddos, pushing through the tiredness the day brings leaving responsibilities and messes at home because a cool fall night was calling and we had to answer.
I think my love for behind the scenes, secrets revealed, and creativity unleashed, is the very thing I wrestle with of wanting it polished and perfected yet loving the messes and unforeseen created beauty He can make of it.

Behind the scenes is messy.  I am getting to say I'm sorry to my kids a lot.  In between the meetings and gatherings, the house is grimy, and who needs a bath is measured by looking at finger nails because I can't remember when the last soaking was.

I love it.  I love it because it's us, it's real, and it's the perfect chance to even more embrace and boast of our weaknesses because in those, His power is made perfect.  Because our behind the scenes failures are surrounded by the Lord's grace and affection.

We are learning.

A family in the making.