1.21.2015

Mr. Personality


I posted this video on Facebook about six weeks ago when Elias started walking literally overnight (okay … so he went from taking three steps at a time to walking across the room). With Kieran, I said that my favorite stage of his was about the 12-15 month range, and the same is proving true with Elias. At this point, these kids are learning something new everyday and just soaking up everything around them.

This kid is such a ham!

His speech has really ramped up recently, too! He has obviously had a good understanding of what is being said to him for quite awhile now. I could tell he was just bursting to communicate with us, but it seemed all he would ever say were either "Mama" or "Dada." Now he has added words like "Hi," "Bye," "No," "Yes," "Crack-uh," "Juice," (he always wants to steal his brother's). He knows several animal sounds, and he is a GREAT imitator. This guy cracks us up!




He has grown in other ways, too. He finally likes whole milk. And it is nice to know that he feels comfortable staying with others while Mom is elsewhere. He likes to help and has started to develop quite the interest in anything with wheels, just like big brother.

I do have to say, though, this cherubic little face has shown us some times of true testing. He has been, in my opinion, an extremely difficult teether. It seems like everytime we think we are past the worst of it, he is in the throes of it once again. This whole process can be exhausting for big and little people alike.

He fell asleep while eating lunch two days in a row.
It is so exciting to see his little personality flourish! While there is a lot of "brotherly love," they are really enjoying having each other around. Either one will get anxious for the other one to wake up if they wake up first, and Kieran is often asking, "Where's Elias?" or "Does Elias want to play with me?"


Every day is a new adventure.




1.17.2015

Rising From the Ashes to the Stars


In the shadows
In the sorrows
In the desert
When the pain hits
You are constant
Ever-present
You're the song of my heart

Happy third birthday to our sweet angel baby.

1.03.2015

One Word–2015

Last year, instead of making a New Year's Resolution, I chose one word that I wanted to define my year: servanthood. It wasn't easy. In fact, I would say that after the first six months, I became somewhat immune to the word; nevertheless, I am glad that I did it, and I want to try again this year. 

As I thought and thought about what I struggled most with in 2014, it became clear to me that I drifted through many periods of purposelessness and apathy. This fall, in our MOPS group, we have focused on the theme "Be You, Bravely." So often I allow fear to drive my life and keep me from trying new things–whether it's potty training my two-year-old or introducing myself to a stranger. It's easier to stay where life is comfortable and relatively safe, instead of stretching myself or trying and failing. As our lives and our roles change, we often lose our sense of self and just stay afloat in the day-to-day aspects of living life, rather than diving in and reaching for the next thing God has for us.

I went searching for a quote from Rick Warren’s The Purpose Driven Life, a book I read when I was out on my own for the first time my first semester of college. While perhaps not on my list of the top five books I have ever read, God knew it was what I needed at that time. As I skimmed through the first chapter of the book, what really resonated with me wasn't the perspective on where I came from but the purposelessness I have felt lately with where I am going. 2014 ushered in a new era for me as I quit my full-time job to stay at home after the birth of our second child. I could write pages on what drove us to make that decision; however, as with many things in life, sometimes the greater challenge is not the decisions themselves but the act of living them out.

There is so much value in taking that leap of faith and following what we believe to be God’s will for us; the difficulty often lies in the day-to-day faithfulness to the steps we have already taken as we practice the upward climb of our walk with Christ. We struggle for joy in the daily tasks he sets before us. We wrestle with seeking to please God rather than men. We fail to trust God as we take our lives into our own hands once again. Yet, we also find joy as we allow God to shape our ambitions, our passions, our loves, and our view of self and others.

The danger lies in allowing our roles to become our purpose. As Warren says, “The purpose of your life is far greater than your own personal fulfillment, your peace of mind, or even your happiness. It’s far greater than your family, your career, or even your wildest dreams and ambitions. If you want to know why you were placed on this planet, you must begin with God. You were born by his purpose and for his purpose.” For me, I find this to be so very, very hard. Though I know I belong to Christ, I often look to circumstances and relationships to define and anchor me; so when any of these things change, I easily drift away. Our contentment must be rooted in something more substantial—and more eternal.

Hebrews 13 declares:

Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." So we can confidently say, "The Lord is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to me?" … Therefore let us go to [Jesus] outside the camp and bear the reproach he endured. For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come. Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name. Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.

This year I am choosing two words:  Be involved. I want to be more involved with my children. I want to actively love them and challenge them and cheer them on. I desire to be more involved with my husband. I need to motivate us to connect on those deeper levels during those times in our days when it's just so much easier to be near each other but not be with each other. I would like to be more involved with my neighbor–both the woman who lives up above us and the mom that I meet at the park. And I desperately need to be more involved with God. 

I need to boldly run to God and plead with him to help me to lay aside the distractions of this world. With confidence, I can say, “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear.” These roles that I take on will change, but God will never leave me. My relationships will ebb and flow, but He will never forsake me. I cannot stake my purpose in a relationship or a person, for this will fail me every time; rather, I should desire to count the cost and run to Jesus no matter the reproach. I must beg God to give me eyes that are fixated on the Kingdom to come, lips that are quick to praise God and acknowledge his name, and a heart that seeks to do good and invest myself in others.

Being a loving and invested mom is a good thing. Being a faithful and trustworthy employee is a good thing. Being a loyal and supportive wife is also a very good thing. But not only will these things fail to give me the true contentment I seek, I will also fail miserably at them if I miss my greater purpose: “I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me” (Philippians 3:12, NLT). We will all be better daughters, sisters, wives, mothers, friends, and coworkers when we seek to become that finished work Christ already saw in us when he saved us. Don't lose yourself in purposelessness or apathy this year.

Be involved. Fight for joy, as God fights for your joy.

When condemnation grips my heart and Satan tempts me to despair, I hear the voice that scatters fear. The Great I Am, the Lord is here. Oh, praise the One who fights for me and shields my soul eternally. –Rend Collective, “Boldly I Approach”



11.17.2014

Little E's Library Birthday Party



It's already been ten days since little E's first birthday party!


A few months ago, I decided to go with a library theme because, for one, we really don't need any more toys for young toddlers, and I also am in love with children's books–such an easy, broad starting point. In a crime against books everywhere, I bought some Golden Books from a nearby antique store and disassembled my least favorites, turning them into paper banners, fans, and pinwheels.



In addition, I used a few of the books, some favorite quotes about reading and from children's books, and photos of my favorite one-year-old to decorate. I also found some cute, customizable woodland-themed bookmarks on Pinterest!


This is just in my room, not at the party. :)
Bookmarks!



For supper we had meatball subs, à la "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs" (which I did not get a photo of), and Peter Rabbit's garden vegetable platter.


We also had apples with homemade caramel dip, representing "Ten Apples Up On Top."

 

And chocolate chip cookies for "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie."


As well as strawberry lemonade punch, for "The Red Lemon."




And the best part of the food? The cake, of course! Jordan's mom made some delicious cupcakes, and I made a smash cake for Elias to enjoy that were all fashioned into "The Hungry Caterpillar."





Did the birthday boy enjoy his cake? A lot more than his brother did, I think!




We were so thankful for the friends and family who were able to venture out to celebrate our little boy's special day.



Kieran and his friend "helping" Elias open one of his gifts. ;)
It's so great to be one!



P.S. As usual, mom didn't make it into the pictures, so here's one of me rockin' the braids and knit hat today because it was literally 10 degrees outside.


11.05.2014

Look Who's One!




Be still, my heart.

This boy is one.

Where, oh, where does the time go? Wasn't it yesterday that I was swaddling him just so? An hour ago that he gave me his first real smile? And five minutes since he said his first word?

How do we mamas do it? How do we watch our bellies stretch and grow to accommodate little life, then watch them leave the protection of our bodies, the protection of our arms, and–someday–the protection of our homes? How do we love them so much that we hope that they someday leave without breaking our hearts? How do we cautiously walk behind them hoping that they will one day allow us to walk beside them?

Growing up his hard. But it's a beautiful thing. The bittersweet give-and-take of life is holding tightly with one hand while the other is letting go. It's leaving behind something you just fell in love with so you can jump wholeheartedly into the next adventure.

God, I love this boy.


Dear Elias,

You have such a grip on my heart. Maybe it was all of the pictures I got to see of you before you entered this world, but I feel like I dreamed of you long before we ever met. I still dream of you–for you. I dream big dreams for you, baby boy, and pray big prayers for you. When you were born, everyone commented just how like your big brother you were. But from day one, I have only seen the youness of you. You have your own sweet way of getting the attention of others, with your huge blue eyes and grin that takes over your whole face.



Elias, I hope you don't always feel like you have to compare yourself to your brother or to anyone else. You are beautiful in your own way. You are beautiful simply because you were created. And you have been the perfect addition to our family. I pray that you find what you have been created for in the wild love of your Savior. I pray that we won't hold you back from seeing this truth but only encourage you to see that there is a God who formed your heart and He wants you to give it back to Him.




I hope you always see joy in the darkness, love in the midst of suffering, and that you can still sing when all seems lost. I pray you always feel like you can turn to us and find safety in our love for you. Of course, I pray that you grow big and strong and that you stay safe. But, oh, how I pray that you refuse to play life safely. I want you to dream big dreams for yourself and boldly cry out to God for Him to work miracles–in your heart, in your life, and in the lives of those around you. I pray that God keeps you humble and that you will be a servant to others. 

I pray that those sweet, trusting eyes of yours will see what a good, wonderful man your daddy is but that you will also see that he is a broken man, and he makes mistakes, too. I hope you can forgive me for all of the mistakes I will make and always know that if I ever push you too hard or hold on too tightly it's because mamas get scared, too.

So, keep on growing baby boy.

I'll be right here.

Love,
Mama
 

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