never a coincidence…

so had a few bubbles bursted today.

“daily blessing” held this title, “be content whatever the circumstances” based off of philippians 4:11…

I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.

yep. never a coincidence with me & the Big Guy…

we slept in yesterday morning, missing church. both of the girls had a rough night, thus mommy & daddy had little sleep as well, so we all stayed in bed as long as possible. when i asked my sister-in-law later what we missed, she said it was a good sermon from philippians 4:6-7

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

man, a favorite for this frazzled, over-anxious, worry-wort mama. i was sorry to have missed it. even sorrier after leaving my doc appt this morning. it was honestly the first thing i thought about getting in my car to drive away. wish i heard that sermon… had ava not been in the car too, i probably would have cried. when i cry though, she asks, “what’s wrong, mom?” & gets this horribly worried look on her face & i don’t want to instill the worry-wort spirit in her already…

well, long story very short – the past couple of years have been really icky physically for me. things have been progressively getting worse, often random. i’ve gained two unbelievably gorgeous, loving, sweet baby angels out of the ickiness, so it’s been more than worth it. i finally decided to get things checked out. haywire eyes…check. joint pain…check. rashes…check. headaches…check. first cavity in like 15 years…check. fatigue…i mean what mom isn’t tired anyway, right? a few unmentionables in there as well. let’s just say – it ain’t pretty some days folks.

honestly, i was expecting the doc just to think i was nutso & send me home with a “you’re perfectly fine. get some rest.”

instead i got a “i definitely think you have a disease….an autoimmune disease” & a “you cannot get pregnant again.”

those were not the right words to say in front of my husband. i even said to the guy, “that is the worst thing you could have said in front of my husband.” i could see the proverbial nails going into the coffin.

it’s probably a good thing i’m writing this 11 hours later, b/c this morning, i was two tears from a wreck. i want more kids. just the other day, ava pulled out the little boy outfit i bought when i found out i was pregnant with her. i bought it along with the little lace dress that hangs on her bedroom wall. it reads, “my daddy is my hero.” it made me a little teary to see it, b/c i still wonder sometimes if we’ll have any more & what will happen to that little outfit if we don’t ever have a little guy to fill it out. she pulled it out again tonight…

basically, today was rough. started out with the rheumatologist…16 vials of blood work…yep, 16…my arms are very sore tonight…x-rays…dentist.

yuck, yuck, yuck.

i was also supposed to see the lactation consultant today to talk about re-lactating. she actually had me pretty pumped up (no pun intended) that it was gonna work, but now…no breastfeeding for me. the meds aren’t breastfeeding-friendly. yet another twist of the knife.

guess it could be worse. i may just be stubborn. well, i know i’m stubborn, but i’m not giving up the baby thing that easily.

i’ll find out more in two weeks. until then, gotta get that stinkin’ cavity filled & give it all to the Lord. oh & read philippians 4 a few hundred times…

thinking God stuff…

i’ve been thinking about this subject for quite some time. actually, months really…

several months ago, when adele became a huge hit, i was listening to her song “rolling in the deep,” & found myself thinking, “what if she used those pipes for God?” “man, if she used that voice to sing praise & worship, wouldn’t that be an amazing sound?” i still feel that way. her voice is the kind of voice that can cut right to your core. can you imagine the possibilities?

i personally believe that God gives us our gifts & talents. he gives us our strengths & purposes. can you imagine the potential you would have if you would plug yourself into the Holy Spirit?

i think in pictures & parables. so, i picture a radio, for example, operating on batteries vs. being plugged into an outlet. yes, the batteries provide power. yes, they get the job done & often just as well as if it were plugged in, but batteries are unpredictable. they are a self-contained source of their own power. yet, the plug going into the wall is reliable. (yes, i know you cynical souls out there are already mentally listing & muttering the possible failure of the plug theory, but that’s the exception to the rule, so just relax…haha) for the most part, when you tap into the external power source, you can expect better results.

that’s the way i feel about tapping into God’s power in sustaining your gifts & talents…your everything actually. i am only a good mother on my own batteries, but when i pray & submit my self & my will & spirit to Jesus, i am a great mom. same with wife, sister, daughter, friend, teacher, etc…

in our own strength, we burn out; we produce good, sometimes great results, but that’s nothing compared to what we can do through Christ, who strengthens us…

i watched a live video of coldplay performing on the today show this morning & again was reminded of these thoughts. they are fantastic. they’re gifted, creative geniuses, given those gifts by the ultimate Creative Genius. imagine if they too used their music for praising the One who gave them breath. it would be awesome.

the last example i have comes from a quote i posted not too long ago. here it is…

Source: None via Kristi on Pinterest

a dear friend of mine asked me a very interesting question afterwards. she said she loved the quote & wanted to know if i had known anything about the woman who said it. hmm. never thought about that one. so, i looked her up. turns out she has an unfortunate story.

basically, she’s famous for her dedication to children suffering with HIV/AIDS & writings, particularly for the “five stages of grief” {denial, anger, bargaining, depression & acceptance}, which have been adopted as common knowledge & even preached from our pulpits as undeniable truths regarding the makeup of the human psyche.

if interested, read her eulogy here. it gave me chills. i’m convinced, seriously ppl, that my spirit is connected intensely to my nervous system…whenever something affects me on a spiritual level, i get chills ALL OVER. no lie. sometimes they’re good chills…sometimes, they’re not so good. these were the not-so-good kind b/c i realized how sad it is when compassionate, talented, giving ppl are still oblivious to who God is & what He has for them. it makes me sad.

this interview with ms. kubler-ross added to my saddness. she highlights born-again christians as those that hurt her & her cause in her community. sorry to sound cliche, but what would Jesus have done? certainly not shot holes through her windows…

i just can’t imagine living such a compassionate, giving life & not knowing or crediting those emotions to my Father in Heaven. ms. kubler-ross was moved with such compassion watching ppl suffer & die that she devoted her everything to her cause. did she ever realize that she was merely mirroring the love that stirred God to have compassion for us…so much so that He gave the life of His one, true Son to save us from, not just earthly suffering, but eternal suffering?

again, imagine such an insightful, compassionate person living & writing for our Lord… unfortunately, while she was here, she missed the mark…

In the final years of her life, she looked forward to her own quick “transition” {Death “is a transition to a higher state of consciousness where you continue to perceive, to understand, to laugh, and to be able to grow…”} and tried to deal with the frustration of helping thousands of people to accept their own death, and yet being unable to direct her own. Never fearing death, she wanted only to follow what she believed, “Life doesn’t end when you die. It starts.”

Once saying of her impending death, “I am like a plane that has left the gate and not taken off. I would rather go back to the gate or fly away.”

do i regret quoting a woman who clearly did not attribute her thoughts & passions to Jesus? no, i don’t. she opened my eyes to this whole point even further & what she said about “beautiful people” is true. her thoughts & writings regarding the sick & needy, much like the songs that adele sings & the instrumental madness that make coldplay tracks so impressive, all find their roots in Jesus. it’s that we don’t acknowledge Him that causes everything to be watered-down disillusions.

whatever you do…whatever you say…wherever you are…whomever you’re associating with…glorify the One who made you. tap into the ultimate, lasting source.
(colossians 3:17,23 & 1 corinthians 10:31)

to quote psalm 150:6…

“let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”

are you breathing?

do me a favor, when you belt that first line, “there’s a fire starting in my heart…” think of this scripture found in Jeremiah 20…

But if I say, “I will not mention him or speak any more in his name,” his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.”

let the fire in our hearts & bones burn for the One who made us.

frenchy french toasty toast & pancakes…

so, hubs & i were chatting last night before bed & the blog came up…i was telling him about my upcoming giveaway. i’m uber excited of course – he thinks i’m bananas. i asked, “you read the blog right?” his reply was, “yeah i read them. all except for the ones that start out with lines about “frenchy french toasty toast.” oh, that’s my guy… hence the title of this post. funny enough though, i then blurted, “hey! i was actually going to blog about french toast & pancakes today, but never go the time!” we both got a good laugh out of that. i informed him that i often incorporate stories & such into even the recipe blogs, so he should take a look. seeing that he will probably skip this one – i can freely talk all about him! hehe

so anyway, let me talk breakfast for a bit…

we’ll start with the french toast.

i’m always critiquing french toast. especially my own. i loathe soggy, tasteless french toast. mine has been just that for years, so i’ve been looking for the best recipe to really satisfy my taste buds. i think i’ve found it. however, like i’ve said before, i don’t follow recipes well & i’m always changing things, so here’s the gist…

* quality, sliced bread (i can usually get 5 slices coated out of this) – set aside
* spray/lightly coat your cooking surface with oil
* i warm my griddle pan over med/low heat. someday, i’d love a gas stove. our electric one is so difficult to adjust. i’m obsessed with the heat when making pancakes or french toast, b/c i think the perfect temp really makes a difference in the cooking process. just enough heat allows everything to puff up nicely. who likes french toast or pancakes that are overly browned on the outside & still goopy in the middle? save that for chocolate chip cookies…
* then, in a shallow bowl i whisk about 2 tbsp of FLOUR with about the same amount of a sweet, citrus JUICE (i’ve typically used orange, but this week i used pineapple orange, which is lovely btw & reminds me of our honeymoon…we drank fresh pineapple juice every morning & it was awesome…) try this – the juice makes a world of difference!
* next, in a separate bowl, crack 2 eggs & add milk (i use vanilla coconut milk, in which case i omit adding vanilla extract. otherwise, add a tsp of vanilla). i usually just add enough milk to cover the whites completely, so it looks like 2 yolks bobbin’ around in there…whisk well…
* combine the 2 mixtures together & add 2 tbsp of granulated sugar
* lightly coat your bread slice w/the mixture & place on pan. at this time i sprinkle the one side of the toast with cinnamon. i’ve found that if you add the cinnamon to the egg mixture, you just end up w/clumps.

voila – that’s it! enjoy!

and if you have any suggestions, let me know. as you know, i love experimenting & making things better!

ok, not quite finished – there’s still my pancake story to tell. keep reading hubs! haha…

{courtesy of pinterest}

absolutely. no one calls me “darling,” however…

so, i was making the usual pancakes yesterday morning for ava, myself & mr. wonderful. i know the recipe by heart now, so i just had at it. i make cinnamon banana ones for us gals & hubby gets chocolate chips added to his. {recipe here}

he always complains about the lack of chocolate chips. i personally don’t care for chocolate in my pancakes – i’m an extremist. it has to be triple chocolate, make you sick cake or nada. my favorite chocolate chip cookies are the last of the batch that you have to scrape from the sides of the bowl, so there aren’t any chocolate chips in them. weird, i know. my grandma’s the same way, so i think it’s hereditary. she shares her stash of chipless cookies when i come over. 🙂 ok, rabbit trail, sorry. so, bottom line i ration 2 things in life…chocolate chips & gasoline. they’re too expensive!

i felt like pleasing him yesterday, so i loaded ’em up. see?

then, i tuck the chips into the batter w/my spatula, so the chocolate doesn’t burn. it’s like putting them to bed. aren’t i sweet? haha no, i just don’t like the smell or texture of burnt chocolate on the pan. i tried mixing the chips in with the batter in advance one time, but they sunk to the bottom & poured out in clumps & this ocd chick said, “oh no, no, no!” so i insanely sprinkle them evenly, tuck & flip. you gotta be quick if you do it that way though…

oh yeah, i was telling you i have the recipe memorized – well, no, i goofed it up. gloriously goofed it up, b/c i liked them better & they were fluffier! i was thinking, “how come you can make something the same way each time & get different results?” then, it occurred to me that i hadn’t done it “right.” i forgot to double the bananas. i only added one good-sized banana, rather than two. so do that. it’s better. 🙂

this recipe turns out about 6 “daddy-sized” pancakes (roughly the size of my hand) & nearly a dozen of “girlie pancakes” (roughly the size of my palm). i stash the excess in the refrigerator for easy breakfasts over the next few days.

see my little pancake thief?

sorry it’s blurry, but i had to catch her in the act & the flash is broken, so i rarely capture great moments these days… she had no mercy…

oh what a day…

yep. what a day. that’s the phrase that’s been running through my head since 10 & that’s not even a whole morning! i think we’ve turned the page & began a new chapter in the behaviorisms of ava… we’re quickly coming up on 2 in just 1.5 mos & i agree it’s terrible alright…terribly messy! my daughter’s a gem, a little sweetheart, but boy i don’t get paid enough to clean up after her. oh wait, i don’t get paid at all! hubs, if you’re reading this, i need twice as much chocolate monthly, no weekly & at least 3 bubble baths…

so far today…

a tornado ripped through her bedroom evacuating every shelf & drawer w/in reach, tippy toes included…

she had an oatmeal facial, took a yogurt bath & a real one…

those were the last pair of clean undies btw, so the rest of the morning was spent in nakedness…actually, not really we. don’t know why i say “we” every time i talk about what my girls are up to…i just said to the dr. at her most recent check-up, “we use the potty now.” {BIG smile} he answered to ava…”i hope mommy uses the potty!” i really need to cut that out.

i wonder if the soy treatment is good for the hair…

hair bows went swimming in the potty…

i played a game of hide & seek / hot & cold with my cell phone that was inconveniently on vibrate…

somehow lola’s food ended up all over the floor, but kindly replaced w/an assortment of sprinkles…

that’s her furry tail in the corner…

now she’s napping…thank you Lord…but isla is crying & cluster-feeding.

i just noticed my coffee & balance bar are still sitting on the counter, looking at me pitifully. if they were animated, i think they’d be extending a white flag for me to wave…

b-man puked all over me.

oh what a day….

it’s 3 o’ clock & i think i need lunch…

happy monday, friends…

the time is now

i’m not getting any younger.
my kids are not growing any slower.
the space between the here & hereafter isn’t getting any further away.
i’m not being morbid or melancholy.
sometimes reality smacks you in the face & you realize the time is now.

the time to love my husband & enjoy our youth together while we have it is now.

stop yelling at him for where he leaves his dirty socks.
praise him in private & in public.
tell him at least once a day that he rocks as a father/husband.
smile at him. laugh with him.
hug him ’til he has to pull away to go do something dumb in the garage.
pray with & for him. he needs it as much as you do.
love him.

the time to enjoy & give my all to my children is now.

stop rushing.
bend down, look into their eyes & tell them you love them…you adore them…they are special…they are wonderful…praise them ALWAYS.
get silly, wacky even. who cares? you’re building their memories more than your own.
how do you want them to remember you?
“mom had it all together, all the time.” OR “mom was the best. she laughed & hugged & kissed me ALL THE TIME.”
i know which one i’d choose. the dishes can wait…read them a story.

the time to grow in the Lord, live completely Kingdom-minded is now.

i have 3 titles. that’s it.
i have only 3 things to do exceedingly well in my lifetime…
be a faithful, respectful, loyal, loving wife to my husband…
be a loving, nurturing, protective mother & role model to my children…
be a genuine daughter of the Most High God.

now is the time to get to it.

i don’t want to live as “a liar”

from my “daily blessing” e-mail today…

i need not add a thing…

are you harboring unforgiveness in your life?

Love Your Enemies

When I was younger I was confused by the statement I would hear in church, “Love your Enemies.” I distinctively remember thinking, “Who are my enemies, and why am I supposed to love them?” I will never forget the day that this command proved to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. That would be the day I learned what an enemy was. I remember thinking there is no possible way I can love him; he caused way too much pain and heartache in my life. This was a man whose desire was to bring me down, use me, abuse me, put me in danger, confuse me and pull me far away from TRUTH and LOVE and bring me into a life full of EVIL and LIES. Surely God had no expectations for me to love this person?

Take a moment to think about who your enemies are. There are times where we feel so hurt by someone that we feel completely defeated with the idea of loving them. We feel as though the pain is greater than the love that we can give them. We may even think it is impossible to forgive and love someone who did such awful things to us.

Well, time to flush out the lies; nothing is impossible with God. We have God’s love as a perfect example of how we are supposed to love our enemies. Our love is not perfect love like God’s love for us, but the more we grow in our relationship with God, the easier it is to gain God-like qualities.

You might doubt that loving your enemy is something God really wants us or expects us to do. 1 John 4:19-21 says, “We love because He first loved us. If anyone says, ‘I love God,’ yet hated his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And He has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother.” God doesn’t want us destroyed by the cancer of hatred.

I can confidently say that, with the Lord’s help, I have learned how to love and pray for the man who still attempts to destroy me. I can even more confidently say that my God will never let that happen. It wasn’t until I started loving my enemy by praying for him that I realized he has no power over me. 1 Corinthians 13:13: “And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” This reminds us there is nothing greater than God’s love. And He will empower us to love even those who hurt us.

a mother’s love letter…

dear isla rae,

let me tell you a story.

once upon a time, there was a mommy and a daddy. they had broken hearts. a baby the mommy had inside her belly was taken to heaven, and it made them very sad. the mommy cried and cried. the daddy held her tightly and told her everything would be okay. that was late august of 2010.

months passed and skies were gray for the mommy. in october, for the mommy’s birthday, God gave her a miracle. on her birthday, her 29th birthday, the mommy found out that God had given her and the daddy another baby. this healed their broken hearts.

the mommy was very careful and watched over this new baby for a long time. it took 41 weeks for this beautiful baby to grow inside of her belly. she ate lots of healthy foods. she especially loved blueberries, which were very good for the baby too.

on wednesday, july 6th, 2011, at 11:12am, the mommy gave birth to her little miracle. the miracle’s name is isla rae.

she was perfect and healthy, just like her beautiful sister, ava lee. her name means “bright and shining one,” and it couldn’t be more fitting, because her sweet eyes sparkle like sunshine.

the mommy and daddy took isla rae home. she made their lives more complete.

the mommy and daddy still love their “heaven baby” and will hold him/her someday when they go to heaven, but they are so very, very thankful that God turned something sad into something beautiful. He took the mommy and daddy’s hurt away and gave them sweet Isla to have and love for all the days of their lives.

we love you forever, isla rae. we thank God for you, sweet baby.

i journal for my babies.
one day, i won’t be here, but i can still share with them a bedtime story…
try it. i promise, you won’t regret it.

you are my sunshine, my little sunshine.
you make me happy when skies are gray.
i hope you know dear how much i love you.
you’re my sweet, little isla rae…

pretty lil’ projects…

so i have been meaning to post these for months now…basically since before isla was born, but you know how it is…life’s just a blur these days…

anyway, so i’m stubborn…kinda…ok…really, really, really stubborn. it’s a real pain in the butt sometimes, b/c once i see something i like or get an idea in my head, it’s like all over. i have to do it, get it, figure it out, whatever…

so while i was planning isla’s nursery, i found this fabric i fell in love with immediately. it was actually a shower curtain from target! i loved it, had to have it. then once i had it i had to do something w/it. that’s when i decided to make her crib skirt & pillow covering w/it. i probably showed you those pics already, but if not here they are again…

oops – no, that’s the giant, chocolate, mocha, bigger-than-your-head whoopie pie i made a few weeks ago…sooo good…made the icing w/powdered sugar, a little vanilla, caramel espresso & a smidge of crisco…aaaahhhh…the angels are singing & smackin’ their lips too…good stuff…

i’m too lazy to delete that picture…besides…it’s a really yummy picture…here are the right ones though…

it certainly didn’t start out pretty…mostly b/c i can’t sew like my mother…i have no formal training, so it’s kind of like this…

yep…exactly like that…i love that movie…i love those silly little fairies…merryweather…she’s too cute…

anyway…i pieced together a few remnants my mom had given me for the body & then divided up pieces of the shower curtain for the skirt…like this…

yikes!

yep…that’s what i said too!

oh & this is what ava was doing while i worked…

double yikes!!

yep…that’s what i said too! i thought she was bleeding…no…just stuck the magenta marker up her nose…she smells things…yep, it’s weird…but true. we’d spend 5 hours in yankee candle or bath & body if i ‘d let her…it takes 20 mins just to walk past the candle section in hallmark for crying out loud!

oh & these were baking…i was multi-tasking…

that’s p dub’s recipe…it was incredible. (the recipe) i highly recommend it. she’s awesome. whatever you do though…don’t completely melt your butter! just go with like a spread, so your filling’s like a paste. otherwise, your cinnamon loveliness ooozes all over the place, drips onto the floor & your kid’s sticking markers up her nose while you’re frantically trying to save what little you can. they were still good though…they freeze beautifully too…just wrap ’em up tight & pop it in the freezer…sit them out late friday night & then warm ’em up a tad saturday morning…brew some coffee & voila! yummo in the tummo!

the icing was the best part…

believe me…you’ll lick it out of the pan…

anyway…this was my little workstation…classy, huh?

the pillowcase was so much fun & “sew” easy…haha…i had to…yes, i’m fully aware…i’m a dork…

the laptop is up b/c i was following this tutorial. i LOVE this blog site. she’s “sew” talented! haha i did it again! ok…i’m done…i got it out of my system.

seriously though, it was a super easy project & i think the pillow looks great! the insert’s one i had from ikea…very cushy…garnet hill has good ones too…

i have another idea hatching to make use of the leftover fabric from the curtain. i’ll let you know as soon as i get it started…i think it’s going to be pretty wonderful…i’m “sew” excited! haha…ok…totally done now…whew! 🙂

the S is SILENT

what does this remind you of?

how about this one?

if you said the “beach,” close…if you said “an island,” even better! now think of the word “island.” how did you say it? now, drop the n & d. yep, just drop them…throw them out the window. drop ’em. now say what’s left…”isla.” hey! what do you know…that’s my daughter’s name! “isla” say it w/me “eye-la,” “eye-la,” “eye-la.” yay! good job! now spread the word! haha i know it’s my fault, but i get “iz-la” at least once a week.

funny story…we’re sitting around the dinner table w/my in-laws (who sweetly brought dinner)…she’s like 4 days old & my father-in-law is holding her, lovingly staring into her eyes & says, “ice-la.” yep, he thought her name was “ice-la.” granted, we didn’t talk about her name much, nor did we frequently address her as isla until after her arrival…but even our own family didn’t say her name right. the doctor’s office butchers it monthly. i fear it will never end. sorry, sweetheart. guess i should have named you “apple.” 🙂

no…isla fits you perfectly. in greek it means “bright/shining one” & this sweet baby surely does sparkle. her eyes light up my day. she has the countenance of an angel. i love her & i love her beautiful name. so i just wanted to share her beautiful name once again w/you, so maybe you can call around, throw it into random conversations you know at like the post office, school, grocery store, hair salon, gas station. like…”hey, yeah, i really like the shade of your car. it reminds me of the ocean. you know what else reminds me of the ocean? my friend’s baby’s name isla. it’s spelled w/an ‘s’ you know, but it’s silent, like in ‘island.'” they’ll probably look at you like you’re nuttier than a fruitcake…but you never know…that person just may encounter an “isla” in their lifetime & you may have spared them from calling her “iz-la.” better yet, it may be my little isla, or isla fisher, that you bump into at the grocery store b/c she’s in town filming “wedding crashers 2” or “confessions of a reformed shopaholic,” & you ask her for her autograph & you say it right & she’s like, “wow! no one says my name right!” & she gives you – i don’t know – i’m not witty enough to think of something fabulous, but she does & it’s all b/c you read this crazy blog…so worth it.

is it annoying that i took something that could have been stated in one sentence – “the ‘s’ is silent” – & turned into a whole diatribe…no not really a diatribe, b/c i’m not bitter about it, but it is a crazy ranting of sorts…anyway, i’ll make it up to you by showing you some more great photos from our honeymoon…you’ll like them…

like this one…isn’t it pretty? the church, not the mcdonald’s people…are you craving french fries now? sorry…

i like this one. i really like that man standing next to me. 😉 i like that outfit. i can’t find it. i think it’s hiding in the closet i have to share w/ava…i think i stashed it in a bag of “i WILL wear this & look good in it again someday” clothes. i should try to find it…i should really be exercising…

oh & this one…

haha – sorry i had to…funny, though, huh? this was actually a popular look down there in mexico…i tried to talk my hubs into wearing one, but he was too bashful…good thing i guess…someone as cruel as me may have posted him on the internet! gosh i hope my mystery speedo man doesn’t come across this & scold me…or worse sue me! geesh…the things i’ll do to make you laugh! haha

ok, ava’s up from her nap…TWO hours early…there’s a downside to potty training…no longer will your child sleep peacefully in a semi-wet diaper…

isla’s been chatting w/me while i write this, which inspired me in the first place. we decided her nickname will be “izzie.” totally her idea… 😉

a GOOD name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold. ~proverbs 22:1

it’s a mom’s life…

so, hubby’s big 3-0 bday is tomorrow. i had the fabulous idea to go out this morning with a 21 month old & a 2 month old to “get daddy a birthday balloon!” “yeah, ok.” that’s what my almost 2 yr. old says to everything appealing & she especially loves balloons. she cracks me up. as i type she’s actually sitting next to me coddling her sippy cup, “i hold you.” haha she’s a trip. guess nurturing comes before eating her chicken nuggets…

anyway, got said kiddos in the car…drove 15 mins, passing lots of backed-up traffic, to the party supply store that mysteriously closed down who knows when…on to plan b. the other supply store is now 30 mins in the OPPOSITE direction & i can’t throw in the towel b/c ava will ask about daddy’s balloon for the rest of the day. lovely.

break out the garmin. thank you, Lord for that little invention, (since i still have a “dumb” phone). find an alternative route to avoid that traffic jam i passed on the way…drive 20 more mins to the other store…spend waaaay too much on supplies, but rationalize it b/c my 2 yr old picked out a $6 balloon amoungst a truckload of other fun things, & what kind of a mom would i be if i didn’t get the stuff she picked out for daddy’s big day?! ok…leave the store w/2 kids in tow…forgot the double stroller btw…thankfully, i had the single & a free arm…

get the gang in the car…fight w/the ridiculously over-priced, but totally necessary balloons that wanted to follow the breeze out of the car…stinkers were persistent, but i won…buckle everyone in…baby cries…15 mins past feeding time & out of gas…adding to plan b…or would it be plan c now?

pull into nearest gas station….80 cents off! woo hoo! makes up for the ridiculously over-priced but necessary balloons…pump gas…overflow the tank all over my right foot trying to hit an even 50 bucks…baby now screaming…

find an inconspicuous parking spot…climb into the backseat w/the girls (my car has no middle seat mind you)…nurse screaming infant on a 10-inch-wide plastic hump while keeping the older one happy by discussing french fries…she really enjoys french fries…put baby back…hit up a drive thru to acquire promised french fries & chicken nuggets…forgo plans to grocery shop b/c it’s now past naptime…arrive home…eat fries…abandon chicken nuggets to nuture the sippy cup as mentioned above…too late now for naptime, b/c we have a doc appt in 40 mins…reality of evening errands & impending tantrums thanks to no nap set in…tis a mom’s life & i love it…