all things pertaining to randomness

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] P[/dropcap]ink – I did indeed get a bit of shopping time over the weekend. My hubby is so sweet and let me take off on my own while he and the boys hunkered down for some form of resting/lounging/hanging out at the house yesterday. I discovered that baby girl clothing really is almost all pink. Wow. I was hoping for more variation in color than what I found, but oh well. My mom did get this very cute outfit in black, white, and red for Miss EdieB. It’s by far my favorite baby item!! (Sorry for the quality of the photo – not my best skill.) Read more

in honor of Valentine’s Day (one day late)

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] M[/dropcap]y husband and I have an ongoing joke about how when we first met I told him I wanted 4 things in a husband . . . I can’t remember¬†all 4, but he remembers that #4 was “a guy with muscles to help me move things.” ūüôā I moved a lot in my single years.

I think the first three were something like “someone who loves God with all his heart, someone with a great sense of humor, and someone who is kind.”

Can I tell you that I got all 4?

So since knowing my husband, being married to him, moving across oceans (twice), going through immigration, 2 childbirths, 3 pregnancies, and all that all of that involves, here are some great things about the man I married. Read more

Monday catch-up

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] M[/dropcap]onday, fun day . . . how is another week already here?

Just a bunch of thoughts to wade through:

I have been in baby mode . . . wanting so much to purge the nursery, make a list of the few things that we need for this baby, and just get the room ready. Of course, there’s the small issue of moving Ezra over to his brother’s room. So I’m obviously way ahead of myself. Read more

lists, DIY, organization, and learning as we go

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] S [/dropcap]o I’m a list lady who is married to a list man. If it’s not on a list, it probably doesn’t get done. When I was in college, I carried around a little notebook to write thoughts, lists, homework, projects, etc. I need to go back to that way of living . . . so here we go:

We have decided that in order to sell our house, we have to put some major work into it. Work = time + money. We have neither, but we have arms, legs, and brains. So we’ll do as much of it as we can by ourselves and learn as we go. Kind of scary for this perfectionist. My uncle has redone his entire house, and Mark’s dad and sister have done theirs. I’m really wishing we could fly them out to teach us . . . but we may just have to¬†borrow their brains via phone.¬†And Mark and I are both creative in very different¬†ways. I have to show him pictures of what I’m thinking in order for us to both have an understanding of what the other likes. So¬†I’ve decided that I need to use pinterest (dread) and start building ideas so that Mark and I can be on the same page. We need to redo these areas: Read more

a new year

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”]¬†I [/dropcap] have actually been writing posts over the last few weeks; I just haven’t published them. Life is like that sometimes; some things need to be processed . . . but kept in privacy. ūüôā

So seeing how it is now 2013, let’s talk New Year Resolutions. Truthfully, I don’t really do resolutions, but I do try to be purposeful in writing down what I’d like to see for this next year. My list basically looks like this: Read more

maternity wear

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”]¬†S [/dropcap]o I’ve spent the past 4 years either pregnant or trying to get my stomach back after being pregnant. Not very flattering, really. I’m no longer the skinny, trending, cute clothing, hair done girl that I was prior to having children. My stomach didn’t recover well after my c-section, and then it really never returned to itself after the giant basketball that was Ezra in the womb. During my labor with Ezra, the mid-wife had to prop him up on my belly with a band¬†so that he could properly wedge himself down the birth canal, yet because he was so round they couldn’t get any of the monitors to stay on my belly.¬†I basically had a nurse holding the monitor on me so that¬†the monitor could track his heartbeat (vital for a VBAC). So saying all that to say –¬†Ezzy’s 9 months left me with more stretch marks, yuckiness, and weak stomach muscles than I know what to do with. I¬†will never wear a bikini¬†again (not that I really want to get in a swim suit every again.)¬†Just the thought of going through all of that again is a bit daunting. I’m already watching what I eat, and if I wasn’t so tired all the time, I would get out and walk. The thought of walking in 40 degree weather isn’t real motivating, but I am going to do it. I am . . . Read more

a doer

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] J [/dropcap]ust warning you this post might contain some things you don’t agree with . . . read on anyway. ūüôā

I have to say that I was really bugged after the election. I wanted to delete my facebook account (still want to do that) and avoid all contact with people in general. I was flat out bugged by the varying opinions, the ugliness, the rudeness, the garbage that so many were spouting off after the election. Like we all lost the plot, and if I read one more thing about Christians being judgmental or close-minded, I might just throw my laptop through the window. I read so many thing about Jesus being this and being that. Yet most of it was taken out of context. Read more

Psalm 37

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”]¬†I [/dropcap] so love and appreciate the wisdom that pours through my dad/my pastor. I daily pray that he will live a LONG life so that my boys can learn and follow¬†in the footsteps of their¬†Pop. I had the great privilege of growing up with a wonderful godly man as my Gramps, and I so desire¬†that for my kids. Anyway, for now though, I just wanted to share¬†something that¬†my dad shared with me.¬†He is currently attending the Global Awakening conference and getting to sit under Bill Johnson and Randy Clark (also men who allow God’s heart and wisdom to pour out), and he called last night to remind his eldest daughter, this mama of little ones, that we (those who are in Christ)¬†live in the economy of the Kingdom of God. In God’s economy there is no lack. He also reminded me that it’s our responsibility to stay out of fear and worry; it’s our job to keep our mouths in alignment with¬†His Word. No matter what happens; that is where we dwell. My response was “yes, Dad.” ūüôā It’s a good word. Read more

trust

[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”]¬†I [/dropcap]f I haven’t said it before (which I’m sure I have), I’ll say it now: Sundays are not my favorite day. I wish they were as I love going to church, but that’s about the only good part of the day. The rest is followed with rushing to cleaning jobs, juggling the kids, attempting to get naps in somehow, then getting home to tidy the house before Monday. Yuck. And yesterday was not the brightest of Sundays, as we took two cars into Boulder so that I could pick Ryder up after the first cleaning job, yet when we arrived to the first cleaning job, we realized that we were missing one important item – the keys to the offices that we clean. Sheesh louise. So Ezzy and I headed to pick up Ryder, while Mark headed back to Longmont to grab the kids, then back to Boulder to do both jobs by himself. ūüôĀ Poopy. It stinks to only have one family day, and it stinks for my husband to only have one day off a week. Really stinks after 4 years of doing it. And it’s been a continual prayer that we’d be delivered from these jobs . .¬†. Read more