The Hambrick Family

the elephant in the room

2012-02-01T19:15:00.002-05:00

Zoe has this little stuffed elephant that she loves.

I don't think we are talking long term love. Mostly she loves it just to try and eat his nose.

Regardless, I find it rather cute.

A video for the grandma's in her life.
And proof as to why I call her my little pterodactyl.

I might have been motivated to take this video as I was looking through all our video files and realized this week that I only had two of Zoe. We are almost at 6 months and I had two videos of her.

Two, people.

Poor, poor fourth child.

And so I'm determined to remedy that number for these next 6 months.

homeschool: the nitty gritty

2012-01-31T08:43:00.000-05:00

I have been asked by several people lately about how I homeschool, what curriculum, etc. and so I thought I'd do a post about the details of our homeschool schedule.

If this ain't your thang...pass on by. No feelings hurt.

We "do school" formally four days a week, Tuesdays thru Friday. Mondays are Jeremiahs day off and we try to protect those days as much as possible. However, we typically will do any museum visits and field trips on Mondays.

On school days we start school usually around 9:30 am (or whenever Zoe goes down for her morning nap). I start off working one on one with Ella while the boys either spend 30 minutes on starfall or watch superwhy. Once Ella is going and set up with some of the work she can do independently, I switch gears to working with the boys. Because they are on different levels, I work one on one with each of them, then try to do an activity where I can include both of them. While I am working with one of them, the other will be sitting at the table with a puzzle, maze, or some kind of manipulative (I love these and these.)

Once the boys are "done" I move back to Ella.
I usually end up the day with either an art or science project...and include all 3 for this.

It is kind of like a dance where I am constantly switching partners, ha!

My goal everyday is to be done with school by lunchtime. Then in the afternoons we try to get some energy out! Most days we do this...with the exception of Thursday when I take Ella with me to Eli's therapy appointments and we do school in the afternoon.

As far as curriculum goes I am only using one formal curriculum, and that is Horizons for math. For everything else I use a combination of internet curriculum, printouts, and library resources.

I am a firm believer that all you need to homeschool is some motivation, a good planner, creativity and a library card.

I am also a firm believer that learning should be as organic as possible and stem from everyday life experiences. A trip to the grocery store, a walk to the park, making dinner, or an afternoon of free play are wrought with lessons as long as I am intentional in bringing them up.

Ella's everyday subjects include math, reading, spelling, and writing. Weekly we cover science and art. I pick a science subject to cover each month and approach it as a unit, trying to incorporate it into the other subjects when possible. For example we studied the solar system for January and all our art projects were based on that, we used planets as math manipulatives, etc.

We also have an author, composer, and artist of the month that we study...by listening/looking/reading their work throughout that month. In addition we have a word of the week that introduces a new vocabulary word that relates to the science unit we are studying.

The boys are going through ABC school and studying a letter a week, as well as doing all our science and art lessons together. I am constantly amazed at how much they absorb just by being in the room with Ella as we cover other subjects.

Not every day goes as planned and January was filled with sick days. And having Zoe means that are days are never really predictable. However, that is the beauty of homeschooling...being able to adapt as needed.

I also have finally figured out a realistic but very necessary time to plan for all of this and I block off Sunday afternoons to do any planning/printing for the week. In addition I take 1/2 a day once a month to plan all the next months science lessons, order books, peruse pinterest for ideas, etc. I have learned that without proper preparation chaos reigns!

More to come later on our month studying the solar system...

memory monday

2012-01-30T08:35:00.001-05:00

The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
He will quiet you with his love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.

Zephaniah 3:17

simple pleasures (of my week)

2012-01-27T07:42:00.000-05:00

Warm spring days.

Watching my baby discover the grass for the first time.

A husband who thinks I'm actually beautiful in the morning.

My house starting to really feel like home.

Eli's random declaration of "God's not dead!" from the backseat of the van.

A date (tonight!) with my favorite guy thanks to the generosity of a new friend.

Ezra's "letter" to me...random letters that spell out what he wants them to.

Finding a Kroger right by me. (Sorry Harris Teeter...I just don't like you as much.)

Ella walking around the house with a book in her face because she can't stop reading these days.

Waking up with this song in my head.

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What have you been enjoying this week?

thursday thoughts

2012-01-26T07:59:00.000-05:00

We've had several spring-like days in a row here and have been totally taking advantage of some area parks. Even Zoe got in on the action one day...

She loves the swing. Or at least the upright vantage point it allows her to keep an eye on the crazy happenings of her brothers and sister.

D is for donut.
It's "D" week for the boys ABC school and of course they picked out the white powdered sugar kind...

Oh. I despise white powdered sugar donuts.
But they loved them.

Speaking of school, we are almost finished with our unit for the month of January and it has gone great. I've got a post planned for next week with more details.

Jeremiah and I have been on a catch-up-on-all-the-movies-we-missed-kick (during the period when I couldn't seem to stay awake past 9pm to save my life). We have watched Warrior, Courageous, Mr Popper's Penquins (ok, that one was for the kids...), and Moneyball. I've enjoyed them all, with Warrior being my surprise favorite. Any good ones that I'm missing?

Happy Thursday!

Eli Cade: 18 months Update

2012-01-25T08:13:00.002-05:00

A year and a half.

That sounds so...established.

And that's how it feels.
Eli has established a place within our family and within our hearts.
And we have established a place within his.

Little things I take for granted now...the way he easily scales a ladder or instigates a wrestling match with Ezra...speak volumes of the mountains he has climbed these last 18 months.

Physically he gets stronger and more confident in his abilities every week. Just this week he actually attempted to go across the monkey bars. That is huge, people. Huge. We go this week for his 6 month follow-up from his surgery. I can't believe it has been 6 months...but, I am oh so glad to be on this side of it.

We still go to speech and occupational therapy weekly and I am encouraged to see small but steady progress. We had to change therapists with the move and I'll admit I was nervous because we had built up a good relationship with the others...but, I shouldn't be (once again) surprised by God's provision. Our new therapists are awesome with Eli!

Starting more formal "school" with him has had its challenges...but I am learning how he learns, how to teach him, what his strengths are, what he needs extra work on...and have considerably reevaluated my goals for him in order for them to be challenging yet attainable. I kinda like preserving the last 10% of sanity that remains in me.

As more and more time has gone it has been fun to see the "real" Eli emerge...he is a quietly spunky kid with the gentlest spirit you will ever find. If you ask him he says he wants to be a policeman when he grows up so that he can "take the bad guys to jail."

I can totally see that.
Sort of.

He loves his siblings and is my best entertainer for Zoe. He will do anything Ella asks of him (which she likes to abuse on a constant basis...) and consistently beats Ezra in their wrestling matches now. He loves riding his bike and playing in the sandbox. He loves movies. He still eats pretty much anything and everything...although he has the biggest sweet tooth and still loves spicy foods the best.

When I think back on all he has overcome in his short life I am overwhelmed by his bravery.
He is my hero.
And I'm so glad I get to be his mom.

Love you Eli Cade!

not me monday

2012-01-23T07:53:00.000-05:00

i did not do an internal happy dance at finding an oatmeal cream cookie hiding in the pantry.

i did not eat said oatmeal cream cookie and call it breakfast.

i never neglect my eyebrows. and i don't have a threatening uni-brow in progress.

i never wear the same clothes 2 (or 3?) days in a row. gross.

and, of course, i never neglect the shaving of my legs.
therefore, i don't have legs that cling to my sheets.
or that sheets cling to.

i never forget that i am in a neighborhood setting now and not on the farm and should not do things like walk out the door in my pajamas. especially when it is after lunch.

and i always wear coordinated cutesy pajamas with bunnies and flowers and angels on them.
never old rangers t-shirts with bleach stained yoga paints that fit about 5 lbs ago.

(because i am always showered, dressed, and ready for the day by 7am.)

and i never put off going to the doctor for myself.
therefore, i didn't go to the doctor for strep throat but also to get this, this, and this looked at while i was there.

my dental hygiene is always top priority in my hygiene world.
so my children would never tell me that my breath was stinky.

(to be fair to myself...it was during a 3am bad dream duty call)
(and i did not tell complaining child "too bad, that's what you get when you call me out of my bed at 3am.")

oh no.
oh gosh.
not me.
not ever.

four is less than one

2012-01-21T07:49:00.001-05:00

Ok, my math might be a titch off.

(Who's the teacher round here?)

I was, however, referring to having four kids. And the perspective I've gained since I had number one.

When I had Ella, I loved being a mom, love, love, loved it.
And yet I struggled.
Oh, how I struggled.

The introduction of mommy guilt and worry was a disaster to my system. Never again would I just worry about myself. My heart was now outside of my body. The middle of the night feedings were seemingly never going to end. Ever. I was positive I was going to walk around for the rest of my life in a sleepless coma. I would bounce between boredom and the weight of all the work.

Mothering wasn't supposed to be so hard.
What was I doing wrong?

And today, with four children...dare I say it? I almost feel I need to whisper it...

It feels easier than it felt with one.

Yes, I have more laundry and more people to cook for.
More spills that happen. And toys that need picking up.
More hearts to make sure are getting enough of my attention.
And the threat of a stomach bug is pretty much the end of the world.
(remember I said easier...not easy!)

But now...I worry, then move on.
I wake up to care for a baby in the middle of the night and I might sigh and maybe even cry from exhaustion, but I know it will pass. It really will pass.
I have helpers to throw diapers away.
I have helpers to make the baby smile.
I have helpers to put their own laundry away.
I don't care as much (ok, at all) that they have matching outfits on.
I've learned that my children are a reflection of me. But they are not me.
And a snot free nose is a bonus, not a necessity.

I'm broken in.
I'm not colliding against my former no-child self.

And I now know that mothering is hard.

And its not because I'm doing it wrong...
its because I'm (trying) to do it right.

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On a side note:
I am in the middle of this book...

And I can't recommend it enough. For moms with any number of kids.

snapshot: these two

2012-01-20T21:29:00.000-05:00

Thursday Thoughts

2012-01-19T07:00:00.000-05:00

Poor Ezra was person #3 in our strep throat raffle this week.
And I do mean, poor Ezra.
He was pitiful.

However, I would be lying if I didn't admit that I somewhat enjoyed the more subdued Ezra. He was quieter, snugglier, and just overall...well, easier.

(silly boy was playing with zoe's paci...yes, i washed it.)

And that picture reminded me of another long ago picture during our great Ear Infection period...

(my oh my. how much he has grown. and how much better my photo quality is now!)

I am happy he is back to his happy and energetic (albeit harder) self now.

I am at the Kids Exchange Consignment Sale all day today. Good stuff for way cheap prices...it's a win/win all around. My goal for today is to get the girls summer clothes. Yes, I did write girls, as in plural. It would have been nice if Zoe could have just worn all of Ella's old ones...however, Zoe weighs more now than Ella did at a year old...so that isn't working out at all.

Why did I save all those tubs and tubs of Ella's old clothes? And cart them through three moves?

Yeesh.

I was up in my room yesterday folding laundry when I noticed something.
Or rather the lack of something.
Noise.
It was quiet.
It had been quiet for way too long.
Which usually spells t.r.o.u.b.l.e. around these parts
.
Instead of a thousand toothpicks spilled all over the floor (true story)...
I found this scene...

Oh, the power of new library books.
I will never underestimate them again.

We have a great new library less than 2 miles from our new house.
I love it so much I want to marry it.
(sorry...sometimes the middle schooler in me takes over)

Happy (and hopefully healthier) Thursday!

the containment

2012-01-18T14:43:00.000-05:00

"Haha...look at me, I'm a baby..."

"Ok, I'm done..."

"Ok, I'm really done. This is my serious face..."

"Why are you just taking my picture and not helping me?..."

Oh, Ezra...sometimes I just like the thought of you, um...contained.

toppings

2012-01-17T14:03:00.000-05:00

if ella, eli, and ezra are my...

ice cream,
whipped cream,
and chocolate syrup.

then this little girl is my...
cherry on the top.

i could just eat her up, i love her so.

new life, new look

2012-01-14T21:54:00.000-05:00

i figure it was about time, eh.
(as we are miles and miles away from life on the farm these days...)

even though we are living life on less than an acre. we are living life to the full. to the brim. overflowing even.

and i am grateful.

after all, who wouldn't be...with these crazy people around me all the time...

when i leave the room for just a second

2012-01-13T08:00:00.000-05:00

...i frequently come back to find scenes like this one:

She is such a typical 4th child and rarely gets anything but delighted when she is the subject of her siblings hilarity.

Thursday Thoughts

2012-01-12T13:16:00.003-05:00

I spent pretty much the entire day in bed yesterday due to a lovely visit from the strep throat fairy. Its been a long time since I've been knocked down to my bed. The sad thing about sick days are that you can't enjoy them because you feel so...well, sick. Any other day I'd LOVE to be sequestered to my bed for a whole day.

I also missed the homecoming of homecomings.

I hear it was quite the party! Just look at this beautiful complete family picture...

Oh, my heart is full of gratitude to a faithful God.

Jeremiah took the kiddo's to the airport and skyped me from his phone so I could feel somewhat a part of it all. It brought back so many memories of our homecoming with Eli a mere 18 months ago.

Geesh, 18 months ago...

Where. Has. The. Time. Gone?

It's been a rainy gloomy week round here. The kids are showing it too. Just when I start to think that Ezra is really maturing...BAM. 18 steps backwards.

School is going well. Really well. I had forgotten how much fun it is to watch the lightbulbs turn on in my kids as they learn a new concept.

I really do have the best job in the world.

Happy Thursday!

zoe elizabeth: 5 Months

2012-01-11T07:47:00.000-05:00

Oh. My. Goodness.
Let the fun begin.
I love all the stages of my children. Really I do.
But I love love love 5 months.

And I just know that Zoe is not going to disappoint.

She is so much fun right now.
And her wonder at the world around her is absolutely contagious...

She is 17lbs, as of last week, when she had a doctors appointment.
Chunky monkey with a side of thunder thighs.
Yes, please.

She is such a happy girl. And loud, oh my...the girl is loud. I call her my little teradactyl because she sounds like what I imagine a little teradactyl sounds like. Writing it out I realize how ridiculous this sounds and maybe I need to rethink this nickname for her.

Speaking of nicknames...all the kids call her zooble or zho-zho bear. And stinky booty on occasion.

It looks like her dark hair just might be sticking around as her "new" hair is coming in just as dark. How bout that?!

She is the queen of silly expressions...

She had her first cold which turned into her first ear infection last week. Poor thing is following in her siblings (and moms) footsteps and starting early on the whole ear infection thing.

The following two pictures are fuzzy. And her hands look oddly out of proportion to her body. However, they document the newest tricks of my Zoe: getting up on all fours and sitting up unassisted. And she totally freaked me out when I went to get her up from her nap yesterday and she was SITTING UP. Oh no...you had better believe I will be discouraging this activity. This momma is NOT ready for any mobility for at least a few more months.

We also have experimented some with bananas and letting her have tastes of whatever we are eating. Nothing on a consistent basis yet, as again, I am prolonging any extra steps in the whole feeding process as long as possible.

She is a drool monster and you can see two teeth on the bottom just waiting to make their appearance, but nothing popping through just yet.

After a really difficult period from Thanksgiving to Christmas...she is now sleeping great for me again. I really think it was all the change and transitions that were happening in our life that affected her. She typically goes down between 7-8pm every night and wakes up around 7am. She takes two 2 hours+ naps during the day and occasionally a catnap over dinnertime.

She loves her siblings.

And being outside.

And has finally decided that she is going to commit to her paci.

She loves "rough housing" with her Daddy.

And being right in the middle of everything.

Happy five months sweet Zoe...
Oh, how you are loved!

B says Ahh

2012-01-10T09:25:00.000-05:00

My wife has officially started our new schedule. Moving over the Holidays is not for the faint of heart and I am pretty sure it is not going to become one of the Hambrick Holiday traditions. Needless to say it has been crazy around this household for the last few months. At last the light has dawned! Its no longer at the end of the tunnel, but here! We are settled in, have plans to give Zoe a real nursery located outside of our closet, and are quickly learning the quickest routes to our favorite places in the area.

I love my new job. The best way to describe it is discovering what you were made for. I know it sounds like a line out of a pop song, or one of those fortune cookies at the closest Chinese buffet, but its the best way to describe things.

Along with the calming of our seas, is our new schedule. Jenn and I sat down at a local bookstore a few weeks ago and ran through our daily schedule. With four kids preparation is key to an orderly household and less grey hair. If I were completely honest with you, it took me about 2 days to process all our schedule entails; but I won't be honest and tell you I was right with my wife on this.

My wife is a pretty incredible person. I am living with the epitome of the Proverbs 31 woman. She hates it when I brag on her, but I am the head of the house and sometimes get to act like it.

But I digress. School is a major priority in our lives right now. Ella is eager to learn and an excellent student and the boys of course have to be involved in whatever she is doing and getting attention for. So, to include them my wife has come up with a pretty cool system. Each week we focus on a new letter for the boys. What sound it makes, how to write it, finding things around the house that start with the letter...that kind of stuff.

As I was tucking Eli into bed last night I just asked "What does A say!" He answered "Ahh!" He got it. Now you have to understand that this is quite the achievement for this little guy. By the time he was two he was living in an orphange, moved to another orphanage, and exposed to at least two different dialects in Ethiopia. Needless to say Eli did not get the building blocks to learning these things as a baby.

I was proud. I was excited because I knew how hard it had been to teach him this simply concept. A says Ahh. I moved to B. In eagerness. B says Bah. We repeated it, sang a song, said it loud, quiet, upside down, inside out, shaken, still, pretty much every way it could be said. Then I just had him repeat it. Over and over and over. We were making progress. Then I asked him. "What does B say?" The moment of truth. Had it gotten in? Had I stumbled upon the right strategy to help him learn? He said "uhmmmm...r?"

What?! He had just said it! He had repeated it, giggled it, said it on his own 10 times not 3 seconds before! Needless to say I was frustrated. I quickly went back to what he knew. "What does A say?" "Ahh" he said. "What does B say?" "Uhmmm...Ahh?"

Adoption is a beautiful thing. Having children opened up a whole new world to me on how God loves us and calls us His children. Adoption made that come alive even more. Not only does he call us His children and love us like His own, but we were NOT His children! Eli didn't smell, act, look, or feel like my kids when we first brought Him home. We had to learn to love him. Grow to love him. Ask God for grace to love him as much as our own. I am positive he had the same reaction to us!

As I was teaching Eli last night, I quickly became frustrated. Why wasn't he grasping this? What had I gotten into? Then the conviction came.

Another world was opened to me. How many times has God been trying to teach me, His adopted child, to obey, learn, and grow in Him and I just don't get it. I struggle, check out ,and ignore His simple, loving instruction. But thankfully, He takes the long view of my shortfalls! He patiently renews His grace every morning. He persistently calls out to me. He quietly teaches me. Every day. Even when I am just not getting it.

So for Eli, his education may be a long, hard road; but I know that he can do it. And I have a great example in my heavenly father of how I should be teaching him. With great patience, diligence, and confidence.

"he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will--" Ephesians 1:5

"being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus" Philippians 1:6.

party like a rock star

2012-01-09T09:58:00.003-05:00

I have an amazing family (all three sides of it!) ...and I am a roller coaster of emotions this week with all that is going on within them:

My father in law and several members of my Via family left for Haiti today. Jeremiah's dad is like a rock star down there and we love the work that he quietly and tirelessly does. You can read all about their trip here.

Never tire of doing what is right. 2 Thessalonians 3:13

My newest niece is FINALLY coming home from Uganda this Wednesday. You had better believe we are going to get our party on at the airport. If for some reason you don't know why we will be partying so hard you can click here to get caught up.

For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5

not me monday

2012-01-09T08:31:00.000-05:00

I do not have, um...issues with my new driveway. And garage.

So, of course, I have not backed into the rock wall that borders the driveway, oh, three or so times.

And I have not shut the garage door on the back of the van.

My kids don't have any issues either. And don't get their bikes wedged in between our two cars. Ever.

Of course not.

Not us.

How to Build a Swing Set in 7,842 Steps

2012-01-07T08:39:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I'm not going to really list all 7,842 steps.

But putting together the backyard monstrosity known as our new swing set made my dining room chair remodel look like cake.

Not that I did much to actually help...other than feed the helpers. A pretty important job, mind you.

Here are the workers organizing the chaos, fresh as the morning dew...

Oh, about 4 (or so) hours in...

About 8 hours in and the inaugural slide...

And, finally...about 2 days later...the completed jungle of fun...

And with this 65 degree weather this weekend...it is sure to be played on and played on and played on...

brotherly motherly love

2012-01-05T08:18:00.000-05:00

the boys were all dressed up for our christmas eve service a few weeks ago.
so, of course i had to take advantage and record their cuteness.
so many things about this picture make my heart smile.

eli put his arm around his brother on his own accord.
this is the face ezra gives me when i take a picture of him 99% of the time now.
and yes, i know they don't have shoes on and ezra is missing his socks.
my kids believe that socks are a punishment.
weirdo's.
weird but cute.

i love them.

2012: Crying Uncle

2012-01-03T08:12:00.000-05:00

This past month I realized something for the very first time...

I really and truly and honestly can NOT do it all.

I know, I'm a slow learner.

The age old lie that women like to believe is that we are capable, we can do it, we just need to work harder, work smarter...blah, blah, blah.

Nope.

If I focus on this, this, and this....then this suffers. If I then pick up the slack on this....now this is suffering.

Now, I know I can do all things thru Christ who strengthens me. However, I believe that means I can do all the things HE wants me to do through His strength.

My job is to make sure my priorities are His priorities. Then he will equip me with everything I need to accomplish the things He wants me to.

The other non-priorities are just that...peripheral issues that I need to not allow consume my time so much. Or that I need to just give up control of.

When I hit my brick wall of reality this month I realized it was time to cry Uncle and honestly look at my priorities. Not my "in my head" priorities...by my true ones, shown by what I am actually spending my time on every single day.

And so, as I start this new year, my number one prayer, desire, and hope for 2012 is for my priorities to line up with His priorities and for my time and effort to reflect that.

Practically, this means a lot of things for me including (but certainly not limited to) giving Jeremiah control of certain household responsibilities, blogging and social networking less, intentionally cultivating new relationships, increasing my hospitality, organizing my days better...basically prioritizing my priorities.

So, whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.
1 Corinthians 10:31

But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead. I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 3: 13-14

good morning, glory!

2012-01-02T15:58:00.001-05:00

Photojournal: Christmas Recap

2012-01-02T08:45:00.000-05:00

the cutest little elf you will ever see.
christmas morning at home.
cousin fun with our via family at lake gaston.
ella trying out her new roller blades.
and my crazy (cute) boys.

Merry Christmas!

2011-12-24T10:19:00.001-05:00

I am taking a blogging break until the 1st of the year to truly enjoy my family and make some memories.

So, from me and mine to you and yours...

Merry Christmas!

p.s. And since I completely under-ordered for our Christmas card list this year...for those of you that didn't get one, this is the picture that we used.

p.p.s. I look at this picture and realize how abundantly blessed I am. I am so grateful.

snapshot: the reality of making cookies revealed

2011-12-22T20:52:00.001-05:00

Thursday Thoughts

2011-12-22T07:21:00.000-05:00

First day of winter today. Not that it feels like it here. We've been able to play outside without jackets on pretty much all of December. But the part that I really love about winter officially starting is that every day from now on the daylight is slowly extending. The early dark nights have been hard this year...

The kids Christmas present showed up yesterday. By way of 18 wheeler...

We just might still be setting it up NEXT Christmas.

Anybody who would like to come help us set it up...feel free. We will even feed you.

Speaking of new toys. Look at this happy girl who is growing up entirely too fast and totally enjoying her exersaucer a whole month ahead of when her brother and sister played in it...

Only three more days until Christmas!

I have a couple things to wrap and a quick trip to run to the grocery store then I am all ready. Woohoo!

If you live in the south Durham/Cary/Morrisville area and need an awesome Christmas Eve service to attend, please come to The Creek for their first ever Christmas Eve Service! It's gonna be incredible! You can click here for more details.

I hear the worship pastor is hot.

Not that you should come because of that.
(By the way, he is taken...and if you try then I will have to kill you. Slowly and painfully.)

On that note...

Happy Thursday!

Holiday Repost: Needs vs. Wants

2011-12-21T08:36:00.004-05:00

**I wrote this last Christmas season, but I thought it bore repeating...as I know we had to revisit this lesson with our kids this year. Oh, and it has a video of my kids from last year and I am such a sucker for looking at video's of my kids! You don't have to pretend to enjoy it as much as I do.**

In our family Ezra's birthday, Ella's birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas are squeezed into 3 short months. That is a lot of celebrations, candy, and gifts showered on them in 3 short months. And even though we don't do a lot of presents and thankfully all sets of the grandparents also show restraint...it is still a lot of stuff crammed into 3 short months.

Now, we are not anti-present, anti-candy, or anti-celebration...(on the contrary...we LOVE celebrating!) but we thought it was time to have a discussion with the kiddo's on the idea of needs verses wants.

So we did.

And to help make this lesson more tangible to a young childs mind we made up two boxes labeled 1)NEEDS and 2)WANTS and then gathered up a bunch of items and talked about what should go where and put them in the appropriate box. And then let them pick some items and choose where they thought they should go.

It opened a lot of discussion about how God is our ultimate provider and always provides everything we need. Not always our wants...although, he graciously has provided SO SO SO many of them. And our need to be thankful and grateful.

A good lesson for Mom and Dad too.

And of course, since Jeremiah was involved, we had to learn a song and have a dance party.

And, for the Gramma's and Meme's and Nana's in our life...a little video:

(Yes, we went old school 90's worship song...but, hey, it fit with the theme!)

Make an on-line slideshow at www.OneTrueMedia.com

How To Re-Upholster Your Dining Room Chairs in 23 Easy Steps

2011-12-20T08:30:00.000-05:00

Step 1: Move into a new house and become dissatisfied with your old chairs.

Step 2: Try to talk yourself out of it because they are in perfectly good shape and you really should focus on the 10,459 other things that are more important to get done.

Step 3: Fail at step 2.

Step 4: Go to fabric store and pick out new fabric.

Step 5: In reality this is just a continuation of step 4 because it takes so long to complete step 4 because why does there have to be 713 choices?

Step 6: Finally chose 4 different fabrics because 1 is just so 2010.

Step 7: Wait for a quiet afternoon to begin project.

Step 8: Again, just a continuation of step 7.

Step 9: Gather up all old chairs, tools, and new fabrics into the garage.

Step 9: Remove old layers of upholstery.

Step 10: Curse myself for using so many staples on old layers of upholstery.

Step 11: Reminisce about how each stage of your married life was reflected in the past fabric choices. Original layer was a slightly hideous yet oddly not so hideous as it first seemed 8 years ago when we were gifted the dining room set 1960's floral pattern.

2nd layer was a light tan color with no pattern. I definitely chose this before kids came into the picture. 3rd layer was a nice indoor/outdoor fabric in a dark color with pattern. Um, definitely kid friendly.

Step 12: Run inside to feed crying baby who decided not to take a nap.

Step 13: Lay out new fabric and cut out appropriate size.

Step 14: Pull out basket of train tracks for son #1 and son #2 who also decide that naps are overrated.

Step 15: Get new fabric stapled onto 1st chair.

Step 16: Run inside to fix a snack for son #2 to prevent him from dying of hunger.

Step 17: Get new fabric stapled onto 2nd, 3rd, and 4th chairs.

Step 18: Rescue son #2 from certain death.

Step 19: Step on staple while running to carry out step 18.

Step 20: Remove staple from flip flop.

Step 21: Stop to explain to daughter #1 the reasons why we can't move all the decorative rock gravel and place it in the middle of the driveway.

Step 22: Get new fabric stapled onto 5th chair.

Step 23: Get new fabric stapled onto 6th and final chair. Oh wait. Realize for the 3,419th time that you don't have a 6th and final chair because...ahem...someone once thought we would never ever have a need for a 6th chair and threw it away. True story.

Ta da.
Done.

There you go.

Now don't you just wanna go and do it for yourself?!

the best Christmas present of the year...

2011-12-19T19:45:00.000-05:00

Was hearing the news that Alethia is finally getting to come home!

Yes, my friend Tasha got news today that their case was approved and they will be able to go get their girl.

I may or may not have blubbered like a baby in Target today upon hearing the news.

You can read more details if you'd like by clicking here. It's definitely worth a read!

Not Me Monday: adventures in gingerbreading

2011-12-19T07:00:00.000-05:00

My grandmother always did an elaborate homemade gingerbread house every Christmas. I remember as a kid always being in awe over it. It looked something along the lines of this one...

Seriously. It was at least that good.

At least I think so?

Know how you sometimes hold onto a childhood memory...like how big your childhood home backyard was...and then you go back as an adult and visit and suddenly it wasn't like you remembered.

Anyways, I am pretty sure her gingerbread houses would be awesome, even in my adult status.

We did our own gingerbread house together last week. Except ours was decidedly not home made. Nor was it elaborate. And come to find out, it really wasn't all that fun for a certain child of mine who struggles with OCD (not going to name names here...) because "Mommy didn't put the icing on straight enough and oh my goodness the world is ending the candies aren't staying in place."

And who would have thought I would have had some OCD issues myself with the dag gum thing. I think I suddenly understood why my grandmother never invited us to help her with the creation of her gingerbread house.

I finally just had to step away and take a couple deep breaths and things became clear again.

And we did have fun.
And made some memories in the process.

And I may or may not have decided (after being begged day in and day out) that I would just allow my children to pick off and eat all the candy on it.

And I may or may not have thrown away the empty icing skeleton of a gingerbread house after my swarm of locust children had their way with it because I was tired of sweeping up the icing shavings all over my house.

And I may or may not have not done a thorough enough job of hiding the evidence whenceforth there was great weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth upon discovery by aforementioned locust children.

But I did mention that we had fun, didn't I?

snapshot: planking a tebow

2011-12-16T17:10:00.006-05:00

Yes, we are dorks.
And no, we don't have too much time on our hands.

And for those of you who don't get it...google it.

snapshot: yes, that is ezra inside the tunnel rolling down the driveway into the street

2011-12-16T14:23:00.006-05:00

snapshot: morning waketime with daddy

2011-12-16T08:23:00.004-05:00

thursday thoughts

2011-12-15T13:29:00.008-05:00

I saw an interesting (to me) piece on the today show about how more americans use google to look up recipes now than actual cook books. The top 3 recipes looked up: pancakes, chili, and banana bread.

I think I have looked up both chili and banana bread recipes on the interwebs myself. What about you?

I do believe my children are part monkey these days. As soon as they are in a new environment there first order of business is to scope out if there are any things to climb on. It doesn't even matter if it is only 2 inches up from the ground...it just has to be up.

I have banished the phrase "I won" from our house. They were turning everything (and by everything I do mean everything) into a competition. Drinks were being spilled, clothes were being put on even more haphazardly than normal, pee was being flung (I wish I was kidding)...all in their haste to be the "winner".

Ella has strep throat. And thus broken our long time healthy streak. Poor thing has been a mopey mess since Monday night. We are reaching the miracle 24 hour mark of her being on an antibiotic tonight and I fully expect a quick rebound.

Unless of course one of the others (or heaven forbid the daddy) gets it. And then the vicious cycle just repeats itself.

Tis the season.

I'm so grumpy today.

I hate days when I'm grumpy.

I know I have no reason to be.

I know how blessed I am.

I know. I know. I know.

But I'm still grumpy today.

Happy (grumpy) Thursday!

ready or not...

2011-12-14T08:00:00.001-05:00

Christmas is coming.

This year, because of the move and all that craziness, has been different.

I have not stressed about gifts, cooking, cards, decorating...at all.

Yes, we did get our tree up and hang our stockings.

And yes, we are doing fun family things like a gingerbread house, watching Christmas movies, looking at lights...

But it is a very simple Christmas this year.

The kids are getting one gift this year. Yes, just one. And a few stocking stuffers.

I'm learning that like in most things, less is more when it comes to this time of year.

I'm not sacrificing memories for my children, instead I am creating ones that don't include a crazy maniacal mom trying to get everything done. I am actually able to be present and enjoy making memories. I am sticking to a budget and not stressing about spending money that isn't there. And I am able to remember what this holiday is really about.

One verse that I've been meditating on this last week is Psalm 23:1 "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want."

It's just so easy to get caught up in all I want.

But I have all I need in Christ.

All because of that very first Christmas.

My hope is that my kids won't remember this as the Christmas they only got one present, but as the Christmas where we had so much fun and made Jesus big and remember how Mom got all crazy that one night and taught us how to cabbage patch and roger rabbit...

Um, did that just come out?

Let's move on.

Don't get me wrong...I am not anti-present or anti-celebration...but I am grateful for this year and the gift of perspective that I've been given that is letting me focus on less excess and more exaltation of the entire reason for this season.

backlog: one final goodbye

2011-12-13T08:14:00.008-05:00

I know I already did an "ode to the farm" but I wanted to share some photos of the kids (and the daddy) saying / playing goodbye to the farm on the day before we moved...

I'm working on a new look and tagline for the blog...as "life on the farm" doesn't really pertain anymore. And I'm open to suggestions...hint, hint.

zoe elizabeth: four months

2011-12-11T16:44:00.010-05:00

Oh. My. Goodness.

Our Zoe is four months old. Already.

I know I've established this before but it bears repeating: She's got cute covered.

As it stands:

Her eyes are a dark hazel color and her hair remains dark.

She can roll over. And over and over and over. Especially fun in the middle of the night.

She is loud. Our most vocal baby ever.

Her nighttime sleep has taken a backwards trend with all the transitions of the last month.

Still naps good. 3 a day...lasting between 1 1/2 to 2 1/2 hours.

Do not interrupt her while she is eating.

She is sort of a momma's girl. Never had one of those.

She has discovered four of the greatest toys ever: left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot. Multiple combination possibilities available for endless fun.

I'm guessing she is around 16lbs?

Wears size 6 months clothes and can fit into some 9 months for the length.

Loves her siblings.

Does not love strangers. Especially when tired.

And finally,

Makes the greatest expressions...

Happy four months sweet girl!

snapshot: slim picking's

2011-12-09T07:00:00.000-05:00

... at least we missed the crowds.

thursday thoughts

2011-12-08T09:00:00.001-05:00

My hair has been falling out by the clump fulls. You'd think I was going through chemo. For those of you who have never had children...this is one of the things no one ever tells you about: the way your hair falls out a few months after the baby is born. Weird but true. Consider yourself told.

Speaking of hair, I got a hair cut yesterday for the first time in 5 months. Now I feel more like myself and less cousin it-ish.

Moving is highly overrated. I've decided you can bury me in this house because I never want to move again. Ever.

Christmas is coming.

Ready or not.

I'm more on the not side of things at the moment with nary a decoration up or gift bought.

But that's ok...we will soon catch up.

Maybe?

Jeremiah hung things on the wall for me yesterday. It's amazing how getting pictures hung make it feel like home. That and putting magnets on the fridge.

It's a good thing this little girl is so cute because she has been giving me a run for my money in the middle of the nights. Happy as a clam during the day. Not so clam-like at night.

Cute. Cute.

Crazy to think that she turns 4 months this weekend.

Anyone know a good and easy way to get paint out of carpet? Not that I need to get paint out of my new carpet or anything. Ahem.

Happy Thursday!

ode to the farm

2011-12-06T20:00:00.004-05:00

I remember the first time I visited the farm and we took a walk around the pond...

Ella was only 2 and Ezra was just a wee baby. And Tilly the cat frustrated the mess out of Ella because she "would not obey" her and follow her the way she wanted.

Fast forward a few months...

We had sold our house.

Moved to the farm.

And started renovations.

Oh yes, the renovations...

What would we ever do without the helping hands of our family? Cate and PawPaw back in 2008.

Fast forward a few years...

Beavers and berries.

Apples and figs.

Swings and turtle hunts.

Fishing and walks around the pond.

Flowers.

Tree climbing.

Vegetable gardens.

Bugs. Bugs. And more bugs.

A snake or two.

Skunks.

Geese.

Possums.

Deer.

Butterflies and birds.

This never gonna be a farm girl had become a farm girl.

We enjoyed making a lifetime of memories in just 3 short years.

The farm will always hold a special place in our hearts.

And live forever in the imaginations of my children...

Worth Your Time

2011-12-06T15:09:00.005-05:00

Since I am completely behind and slightly overwhelmed (still) at all I have to catch up with...I am jumping ship and bringing you two great reads that I totally found to be worth my time (and hopefully yours!)

Children Will Remember - what a great reminder to me during this busy season of life to STOP and not focus so much on the things my kids won't remember at all.

The 5 Best Toys of All Time - I couldn't agree more with this post. And have decided that is all my kids are getting for Christmas this year.

beginnings of the backlog: Thanksgiving

2011-12-04T15:53:00.008-05:00

Sometimes one has to go backwards before one can move forward...

We've crammed so much into the last few weeks that I am afraid if I don't take the time and document it...it will disappear into the black hole known as my memory right now.

I'll start with Thanksgiving.

The food. Oh, the food.

The football. Both watched and played.

The facepainting. It kept the kids happily occupied for hours. Who knew?!

The family togetherness. And a turkey induced coma nap.

And of course, the attempts at nice family pictures. Look closely and you'll notice why I said attempts.

alive

2011-11-30T22:19:00.004-05:00

yep, still alive...

but covered up in boxes and all the good stuff that comes with moving.

if only i could just move like a normal person...and, well...just move.

instead i cram a whole lotta painting, light fixture changing, furniture exchanging, and some other things that end with -ing.

it'll all be worth it. and i am loving our new place.

the older kids come home tomorrow (thanks Nana for keeping them out of my hair so we could get so much accomplished!)...so i have approximately 20 hours to put any finishing touches on any projects i don't want three extra sets of helping hands on!

it'll be a rush to the finish, for sure.

pictures to come...

snapshot: one day till moving day

2011-11-27T12:59:00.005-05:00

snapshot: thanksgiving cousin fun

2011-11-25T08:45:00.002-05:00

thank(full)

2011-11-24T08:00:00.000-05:00

i am thankful that it is almost 2012.

because that means i have survived 2011.

and 2011 was something to survive.

i am thankful that i truly-really-telling-the-truth-100% think my husband just keeps getting better and better and better and better.

i am thankful that my kids are very forgiving.

i am thankful my God is in control.

even when i so desperately want to be.

i am thankful i can wear my skinny jeans again.

with only a little spillage.

i am thankful that i get to spend my days with the cutest baby in the world.

who lets me rock her to sleep every night. (my others weren't too keen on the whole rocking thing)

i am thankful to be a part of a church where Jesus is lifted high.

and lives are being changed.

but mostly i am thankful that Jesus has changed my life.

i don't ever (EVER) want to get over it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

swifty fly the years: ella mckay turns 6

2011-11-23T07:00:00.001-05:00

I've heard it said that the first five years stay with you forever...

Gulp.

I'm gulping because we have made it passed that almighty five year mark and officially have a six year old.

Ella was our planned Christmas present that surprised us on Thanksgiving way back in 2005.

A delicious 6 pound surprise of squish and sweetness.

She showed us early on that she knows exactly what she likes,

who she likes,

and when she likes it.

Period.

Filled with first born bossiness.

Tomboy and diva.

Competitive.

Creative.

Tree climber extraordinaire and protector of wee little creatures.

Determined.

Impish.

With some cheese dip on the side please.

Ella McKay,

You are my beloved first born who made me a mommy and took my breath away from the instant you were laid on my tummy. I will never get over that moment. It is a privilege to be yours. I am so proud of the little girl you are and the glimpses of the young lady I see emerging. Even at your young age it is evident that you are seeking after the Lord and it thrills and humbles me.

You are loved wildly and deeply and dearly.

to the moon and back,

Momma

p.s. You can stop growing up now.

p.p.s. I will never forget the way you fell apart at the mexican restaurant last night when all the bandito's came out to sing you happy birthday. Oh, the trauma. Trauma drama. I'm sorry I laughed at you.

Not Me Monday

2011-11-21T08:08:00.008-05:00

I did not teach my child to play UNO only to have her completely beat the pants off of me (and pretty much everyone else...) with her devilish scheming.

She is hard as a rock, people.

And shows no mercy.

Consuming innocent victims.

And laughing while she devours.

Hmm, that might be a bit much...

She is quite good though.

Consider yourself warned.

snapshot: partial reunion

2011-11-20T20:42:00.005-05:00

my heart will remain heavy until there is a TOTAL reunion for this family.

continue to pray.

and if you want to do more:

email KampalaVisa@state.gov

regarding case #KMP2011654002 and respectfully ask them to reevaluate their case.

snapshot: gramma's puppies from florida are wussies when it comes to cold weather

2011-11-19T16:25:00.003-05:00

an update and this is when the whirlwind begins

2011-11-19T06:00:00.001-05:00

**Update on prayer request** Homeland security did not step in and allow an override in obtaining Shabila's visa. Her case will now (weirdly enough) go to Kenya. Tasha is getting on a plane today to come home with only two of her kids, leaving Josh to stay with Shabila until they have further direction. I talked with Tasha yesterday, and their strength continues to amaze me. They are resting in the faithfulness of their BIG God.

Continue to pray.

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Our life for the next few weeks is going to be C.r.a.Z.y.

Here and there and everywhere with company coming in, Thanksgiving travels, a trip to Green Bay Wisconsin to see the Green Bay packers play at Lambau field, and a tiny little thing called a MOVE thrown in for fun.

I am so excited to be moved and settled and finally out of this lovely transitional stage.

We had our walk-thru at our new house this week and everything looks good. Things here are about 95% packed up...leaving just enough stuff to cook with and wipe our bottoms with.

I am seriously considering not un-packing the kids toys at the new house and just letting them continue to play with the boxes. Why do I even bother with toys? The possibilities with empty cardboard boxes are endless...

My blogging over the next little bit might be a bit sporadic...but keep checking in because you never know when something awesome like a bearded man with an ax and a baby just might show up.

thursday thoughts: PRAYER REQUEST

2011-11-17T08:00:00.001-05:00

My heart is heavy as I write this out.

I have written on numerous occasions about my friends Josh and Tasha who are currently in Uganda completing the adoption of sweet little Shabila.

After 2 months spent in country they went for their exit interview at the embassy in Kampala, Uganda yesterday...with plans to get on the plane and come home THIS weekend. The supposed last step in the process. However, things did not go as planned...and the embassy has denied Shabila's visa. There are a lot of details involved in this case, of which, I don't feel is necessary (or prudent) to go into.

However, it is necessary and prudent to pray.

I am asking for you to pray.

The effective fervent prayers of a righteous man avails much. - James 5:16

Pray for a miracle.

They need a miracle.

Little Shabila needs a miracle.

We know our God is big.

And that he will sustain them.

Surely God is our help; He is the one who sustains me. - Psalm 54:4

I'll update as we get new information.

so wrong (and so right)

2011-11-16T07:00:00.000-05:00

Overheard unsolicited prayer between Eli and Ezra:

Ezra: Dear Jesus, help us to get lots of candy when we trick or treat again.

Eli: And help us watch Bambi.

Ezra: And help me to have a lightning mcqueen party.

Eli: And Santa Clause.

Ezra: Yes, and Santa Clause with presents.

Eli: Yes.

Ezra: Yes.

God is not a vending machine or a drive thru restaurant. I know this.

My boys are (obviously) still learning this.

However wrong this vending machine view of God that they currently posses, there are a few things that I could stand to learn from them.

I love that they felt like they could talk to Jesus without any prompting from me and not at the "traditional" times. The backseat of the van on an errand run is a great time to talk with their God.

I love that they felt like they could talk to Him about things that were important to them. Trick or treating, bambi, lightning mcqueen, and santa claus.

But mostly I loved their sense of expectation that came with the prayer. In their minds they had prayed for it...therefore, it was a done deal. They won't be surprised by God.

Yes, we have a lot of work to do on grounding their theology.

But I am reminded (yet again) of how much I stand to learn from them.

But Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me. Don't stop them! For the kingdom of heaven belongs to those who are like these children." (Matthew 19:14)

nothing like a bearded man with an ax

2011-11-15T08:33:00.000-05:00

and a baby?

and a pretty pink burp cloth in the back pocket.

oh yeah.

that's how i like em.

Memory Monday

2011-11-14T08:02:00.004-05:00

I waited patiently for the Lord;

he turned to me and heard my cry.

He lifted me out of the slimy pit,

out of the mud and mire;

he set my feet on a rock and gave me a new place to stand.

He put a new song in my mouth,

a hymn of praise to our God.

Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.

Blessed is the man who makes the Lord his trust.

Psalm 40:1-4

8 Common Reactions to my Adoptive/Transracial Family

2011-11-11T13:00:00.000-05:00

I've gotten used to the different kinds of looks and interactions I get when I am out and about with all of my kids.

I thought I'd give voice to some of my personal favorites. And yes, the post was born out of an experience at a store yesterday where I encountered about 3 of these within the span of 30 minutes.

1. The Quizzical Look

Is she running a daycare? Did some guy(s) knock her up and leave her with all those kids? Are they all hers? I'd like to ask but instead I'll just do a double take. Then a triple take. Then just whisper to whomever I'm with.

2. The "You Must Be A Saint" Look

Self explanatory, but if smiles could gush...

3. The Disapproving Look

Again, self explanatory.

4. The "Didn't your Mother ever Teach you not to ask those Questions" Interaction

How much did he cost? Are you his real mom? Are his real parents dead? Where did you get him? Are you sure he doesn't have _______?

5. The "God Bless You/Superhero" Interaction

You are doing such a good thing. He is so lucky to have you. You must be a missionary.

6. The "Hollywood" Interaction

OH.MY.GOSH. HE. LOOKS. JUST. LIKE. ZAHARA. JOLIE-PITT. (Or some other famous brown skinned child who shares no resemblance to him other than the color of his skin.)

7. The "Hair" Interaction

Stuffing their hands into his hair and remarking "oh, i just LOVE his hair..." Is it hard to keep up with? Do you have to comb it? I just need to touch it!

8. (my personal favorite) The "Six Levels of Separation" Interaction

My cousins sisters best friends co-workers twice removed great aunt knows someone who knows someone who adopted and I need to make a beeline to you and make this connection NOW!

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All you other adoptive families...any others you'd like to add?!

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I realize that most people are just curious and/or misinformed on so much of the adoption process, and so, for the record I am not easily offended. We made the choice to become a transracial family and therefore, I readily accept all the curiosity. In fact, I welcome the questions because I'd love to do anything I can to encourage YOU (yes, you!) to consider adoption.

However, it would be good of you to think about how that question is being perceived by the child standing right next to me BEFORE you ask it.

snapshot(s): duct tape use #14,529

2011-11-11T10:00:00.000-05:00

thursday thoughts

2011-11-10T07:23:00.010-05:00

Eating raw mushrooms (a favorite snack of mine, dipped in hummus of course...) always makes me hiccup.

We have been soaking up every last bit of sunshine and warm weather this week...

Or rather, I have been savoring every last second of being able to send the kids out the door without it taking 75 hours to put jackets and hats and socks and ________ on. Besides the inevitable sickness that is always lurking in the wintery shadows, I think I dread the added time it takes to go out the door the most.

I got the extreme privilege of taking both Ezra and Zoe to the doctors this week for their respective well check ups. Because I am an idiot I scheduled it for the same time as Eli's speech and occupational therapy appointments. Therefore, Jeremiah and I divided and conquered, but somehow I think I ended up with the short end of the stick.

I have decided that small windowless doctors office appointment rooms are a special foretelling of what h.e.double.hockey.sticks. might be like. Perhaps combined with the atmosphere of chucky-cheese on a Saturday afternoon.

And what is is about a doctors office that suddenly makes your child want to lick everything?

Nevertheless, we made it through...and compared to last year's experience Ezra actually did quite well. We could only go up from last year though, so not sure that is the most accurate statement.

However, he is healthy and thriving, so I choose to count my many abundant blessings!

Less than 3 weeks until the big move. I have kicked it into high gear this week and slowly but surely boxes are filling up the house and my closets and cupboards are emptying.

Ella made her first pie with me this week...

Turned out quite yummy too.

She will probably end up being a better baker than me.

(let's hope so...)

Happy Thursday!

zoe elizabeth: three months

2011-11-09T07:00:00.000-05:00

I'm not sure if it is possible to be too cute?

If it is, then she has got it covered.

Three months is the beginning of a glorious age.

Smiles, laughs, coo's...and the glimpses of a personality emerging.

I love it.

And now for the particulars:

Zoe weighs 14 1/2 lbs and is over 24 in long, placing her in the 95%. Her 3 month clothes are getting quite snug and most of her 6 month clothes are fitting perfect.

She has settled into a nice little routine of eating every 3-4 hours during the day and typically goes down for the night between 7-8pm. I wake her up to feed her right before I go to bed around 10pm and then she sleeps all night until around 7am. She takes two long naps (2hrs+) during the day and 1 shorter cat nap around dinner time.

Of course this is all subject to change based on dreadful occurrances like time changes and doctors visits that include vaccinations. Evil things, I tell ya.

She loves to be held and cuddled. And she already loves to face outward and look at everything. She has typical 4th child syndrome and doesn't like being alone if we are in another room. She likes to be in the middle of it all. In not so typical 4th child syndrome she is very sensitive to noise and startles very easily.

She still can't make up her mind if she likes her pacifier or not.

She is the only one of all my children to like her swing.

She loves to listen to her daddy play guitar.

She is starting to like her car seat more.

She has a lot to say these days and seems to be incredibly vocal. Oh dear.

She does not like being swaddled anymore.

She can roll over from tummy to back.

She is very discretionary with whom she likes and doesn't like. (Sorry to those she has insulted...you know who you are.)

And she is oh so deeply adored around these parts it's not even fair.

Happy three months my sweet Zoe!

snapshot(s): cardboard wonderland

2011-11-08T07:13:00.008-05:00

I thought I'd start a new segment on this here ol' bloggy blog.

It is along the lines of my friend Tasha's "the view from here"...and the idea behind it is to feature a real time snapshot that captures the essence of our day/life/moment.

I think a lot of times a picture can capture a lot more than all my wordy words.

And so, without further ado, and more of my wordy words, our first snapshot:

not me monday: Oh, Ezra...

2011-11-07T06:48:00.013-05:00

Ezra did not have a banner weekend...

Because Ezra did not throw a rock at a friend's car and crack their windshield.

And of course Ezra did not leave his underwear in the middle school bathroom where our church meets on Sunday.

And then Ezra did not body slam an unsuspecting victim in the hallway of said middle school.

And certainly Ezra did not randomly "moon" other kids after church.

Those pastor's kids...

I tell you, they are nothing but trouble.

Not that my Ezra would do those things. Oh no. Not him.

the car seat personality test

2011-11-04T07:24:00.000-04:00

I've decided that I can deduce a lot about my kids unique personalities from how they respond to Zoe crying while in her car seat.

Eli: Either ignores it completely or tries to rub her head and give her a kiss.

Ezra: Puts his hands over his ears and tells me "Mom, Zoe's crying", "Mom, Zoe's crying", "Mom, Zoe's crying", "Mom, Zoe's crying..."

Ella: Gives me a "look" and tells me "Mom, she is just going to have to cry."

Eli is sweetness personified,

Ezra freaks out,

and Ella is full of practicality.

My favorite part is when they are all doing these reactions simultaneously to Zoe's crying. I'm sure you could tell a lot about my personality during those moments.

Ahem.

Not that this sweet little face ever cries, of course.

thursday thoughts: treasure trove

2011-11-03T07:40:00.000-04:00

On a recent walk around the pond (which I've been trying to get in as much as possible before we move) the kids picked up all kinds of treasures...

A "holy" leaf.

A turtle shell remnant.

A "bear claw" shaped piece of bark.

And a seed pod.

How I love their idea of treasure.

They love it when I make up treasure hunts for them...

Ella hit the treasure chest (yes, jackpot would work better, but it wouldn't fit as well with my treasure theme) when she got a brother who allows her to do this to him...

And I am totally stealing this idea from this months readers digest, but if I were to make a list of the top five things (my treasures, if you will) I would grab out of my house (besides my kids, duh) in the event of a fire it would look something like this:

1. Computer (with external hard drive)

2. Camera

3. Ezra's blankie's

4. My purse

5. Box of memento's I keep on my beside table (old love letters, kids hospital bracelets, etc.)

What would your list include?

Happy Thursday!

white space

2011-11-02T07:46:00.004-04:00

Matthew 11:28-30

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.

Recently at the conference Jeremiah and I attended with the other Creek staff, I was hit smack in the face with a very important spiritual discipline I have been sadly neglecting.

Resting.

Stopping.

Renewing.

Aka: observing a Sabbath.

As a ministry family Sundays are not days of rest for us. And while Jeremiah was taking Fridays as his "day off" we realized that was not really good planning for our family and our schedule. He is gearing up for the weekend ahead and finalizing little details for Sundays service. And I was using that day to catch up on running errands (without 4 little ones in tow) or grocery shopping or cleaning house or...

Our phones were always answered on these supposed days off. Nothing was set apart or sacred...time for reconnecting as husband and wife, family time, or time for renewing our intimacy with God.

There was no time in the week where people were made small and God was made big.

This lack of margin in my life makes me tend to respond with anger rather than patience. Having no white space makes me choose frustration over creating teaching moments with my kids. It trends towards co-habitating with my husband rather than an intimate relationship. Anxiousness trumps peace. Cultivating friendships and relationships are relegated to a line item on my to do list. And most sad of all, my relationship with God grows stale.

We knew that we needed to change this and for us that meant rearranging our schedules to make Mondays our new days off. To set limits on answering work calls and texts and running errands.

And for me I knew I needed to make small changes in my daily life. To carve out time where I make myself sit on the couch with a cup of tea and read a book...even if for only five minutes. To go for a walk (without my cell phone!) and breathe deep. Not to try and be productive, not work on something on my list, and not even to talk with my husband or play with my kids.

I am amazed at the difference this is making in my attitude.

(God actually knows what he is talking about...go figure!)

I love this paragraph that Craig Groeschel wrote in his book Weird, I think it describes perfectly the way I feel when I have taken the time to rest:

"My soul felt like it was thawing.

My mind became quiet.

My senses heightened and I noticed the incredible work of God.

Instead of overwhelming me, the noise of my Children brought a deep sense of joy.

I felt at peace with God. He was in control.

I felt like myself.

Fully alive.

Fully present.

Full aware of God's goodness."

Halloween 2011

2011-11-01T08:32:00.012-04:00

First, the annual carving of the pumpkins...

Second, the preparation for trick or treating. Check out the concentration on the Daddy's face...

Third, the finished product: A lion, a Max (from Where the Wild Things Are), a cheerleader, and a duck...

Bonus: A squished duck in her car seat...

a new series: Ezra's Obsessions

2011-10-29T08:06:00.000-04:00

Ezra might be a bit obsessive compulsive.

Ok, maybe more than a bit.

We've seen these obsessions go in cycles. He will completely latch on to learning/playing a certain skill or toy and that is ALL he wants to do until he has mastered it. Conquered it. Then he moves on to the next thing.

Here's an example:

I like to call this period of his life the airplane period. I wrote about it here. We literally had dozens and dozens of airplanes made every day. Dozens and dozens.

We also had a train track period.

Then a coloring period.

And now his latest obsession (and this one is a doozy) is his drawing period. He draws all day long. I exaggerate not. All the day long. Cars, trucks, castles, spaceships, letters, letters, and more letters...

I saved all these papers over a 2 day period. Two days.

On the occasion that we have run out of paper or I forced him to take a break from drawing it is not unusual to see him tracing letters out in the air. In the air, folks. I told you this kid is obsessed!

If this obsession is still lasting around Christmastime all he is getting is markers and paper. Grandparents, take note.

girls got skills (of the two wheeled variety)

2011-10-28T07:00:00.000-04:00

Check out what Ella learned to do at Nana's house last week (and has been practicing here non stop this week)...

Make a video - it's fun, easy and free!
www.onetruemedia.com

Jeremiah was only a little bit heartbroken that he wasn't the one to teach her. It's a good thing he has three others.

thursday thoughts

2011-10-27T08:00:00.000-04:00

Jeremiah has a new watchin' football buddy...

Zoe has found her fist...

I have a feeling it won't be long until she finds her thumb.

I feel like a new woman this morning because she slept for 9 straight hours last night. Actually, it is 7:30 and she is still sleeping...

It's time to start thinking about the packing process around here. Which, I've decided is going to involve a lot of purging. Nothing feels better than a good purge. Its a little bit overwhelming to start thinking about where to start. So, I think I'll just keep thinking about it...and not actually start yet.

We had our last hu-rah at pelican's sno balls yesterday. We will miss this place this winter...

I'm still in denial that winter is coming.

Although I've been a soup making fool lately: vegetable, chicken noodle, minestrone...all in one week. Nothing puts me in the mood to make soup like the threat of impending winter.

We've been in full fledged figuring out the kids costume mode around here this week as well. I think the boys want to go as ninja-pirate-lion-spidermen. And Ella flits between a cheerleader and a cat. I think we are moving closer to a final decision. Oh, and Zoe is a going to be a duck. I'm thankful for one child that doesn't have an opinion yet.

Sidenote: If you know Jeremiah in real life, ask him to tell you the story of the year he dressed up as a duck for halloween. It's a good laugh.

Happy Thursday!

Homeschooling: these are the days of the week

2011-10-26T08:00:00.000-04:00

Ella has been obsessed with dates recently...

"How many more days until my birthday?"
"How many more days until we go to Nana's?"

"How many more days until Christmas?"

"How many more days until _____________?"

And so, in order to save my sanity, and provide her with some answers we made up our own personalized monthly calendars. She checks it off every day and counts down until the next exciting thing in her life. I love that every time she asks one of the "how many..." questions I can just tell her to go count for herself.

It was also great practice for her writing her numbers, counting, reviewing the seasons, and more.

Simple.

Easy.

And very effective at eliminating all those pesky questions. (Did I just write that out loud?)

Now onto mastering the whole clock and time thing...

wherever I am, there i am (rethinking multi-tasking)

2011-10-25T08:18:00.001-04:00

Ah, multi-tasking.

It's the gold standard of good motherhood. The yardstick, the benchmark, the paradigm of whether or not things get done in a day. I need to be able to fix lunch, make a phone call, wipe a nose, and oversee the clean up of the lego's...all at the same time.

And while I won't argue that multi-tasking is a necessity to surviving as a mom, I've been extremely convicted lately that I need to NOT multi-task so much. Or be more intentional about the times that I choose to multi-task.

I know, I'm speaking heresy in mom speech...but hear me out.

The consequences of multi-tasking (as applied to mommyhood) is that I may be there with my kids, but I'm not really there with them. I am present in body, but far far away in mind.

I am fixing them breakfast, but not sitting and eating and talking with them.

I am getting them dressed, but thinking about that phone call I need to make.

I am spending the whole day with my kids...but I haven't really been with them.

And I'm not fooling anyone. Especially my kids.

I know when I'm talking with Jeremiah and he is not really engaged in the conversation. Any wife knows that feeling. And it is not a good feeling. Why would I think I was pulling anything over on my kids by only half listening, half engaging?

I don't feel that my life and daily routine need a major overhaul. I just need to remember to slow down. To engage. To take those 10 minutes and sit and color with Ella and talk with her. To build a train track with the boys...not just watch them build it while I stand at the counter on my computer trying to pay bills and halfheartedly look over every once in a while and say what a cool track they are creating.

And I don't feel that I need to always be playing with my kids. I can't color and build train tracks all day long. Of course the bills have to get done, the dinner has to be made, the floors have to be swept...and I am doing a disservice to my kids if they feel that everything revolves (or stops) around them all the time.

But it all boils down to this:

When I am playing with my kids, there I am. All of me.

And when I'm paying those bills (or ___________), there I am. All of me.

My kids and my bills will benefit. And so will I.

Be very careful, then, how you live - not as unwise, but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.

Ephesians 5:15-16

there and back again

2011-10-24T14:32:00.001-04:00

We have had quite the week around here. But, we actually haven't been around here around here. Nope, on Monday we headed up to my parents house (6 hours away), spent Tuesday visiting with them, left the older three with them and headed home on Wednesday. Then the three of us left early Thursday for Caswell Beach for a staff retreat for The Creek, only to finally make it back home Saturday night. And to top things off, Jeremiah left Sunday afternoon to meet my dad halfway and pick up the older three kiddo's...and finally make it back home late last night.

Shew.

Did you catch all that?

Yeah, me neither.

As crazy as it was, we had a great week! Zoe did awesome considering the hours of her life that were spent in a car seat and shuffled around here and there and everywhere. She actually choose last week to start sleeping through the night for us. Perfect timing.

Zoe enjoyed getting some love from her Uncle Luke.

I learned a few things this week:

Always pack more diapers than you think you are going to need.

Ditto for the wipes.

I love the staff at our new church and am so excited to do life and ministry with them.

Why do I even bother bringing the camera?

My older three kids are really getting...well, older.

I really (really) enjoy eating food that other people cook.

There is no place like home.

Happy Monday!

i love it when...

2011-10-19T17:00:00.002-04:00

Zoe wakes up from her nap, sweetly stretches her arms up above her head, pooches out her pouty lips...and lets out a man fart.

Ezra comes to me and tells me he "bless you" "fee" times in a row. (translation: he sneezed 3 times)

Eli gives me the play by play on the movie I am watching with him:

"Mom, Bambi trying to walk..." "Mom, Bambi fell down..." Mom, Bambi said burr-ed..."

Ella informs me that God told her that we need to adopt a six year old girl from Ethiopia. Every. Single. Day.

Yep.

It's official.

I have the best kids in the world.

(no offense to all you other parents with lesser children)

the obligatory pumpkin patch pictures

2011-10-18T08:00:00.000-04:00

Ah, the pumpkin patch pictures.

It's right up there with the kids under the Christmas tree picture.

Our pumpkin patch of choice this year was Green Level Gourd Farm. I took the kids there last year by myself and got hopelessly lost. As in call my husband in a panic because I have been driving around for 2 hours without seeing signs of life lost.

I happen to know the area a lot better this year...because it is where we are moving to! How bout' that. I certainly would never have thought that this time last year.

But then again I wouldn't have thought we'd have another child in our family...

Or we'd be at a new church...

Or we'd be moving to a new house, new city...

The things that can change in a year.

Back to the pumpkin patch...

My kids are cute.

We all had a blast.

Hay rides are worth the money.

My kids are cute.

I love my family.

And did I mention that my kids are cute?

Not Me Monday

2011-10-17T07:00:00.000-04:00

I am always aware of my children's whereabouts and would never, ahem...misplace one of them.

And since I wouldn't misplace one of them, I certainly would never, ahem...misplace two of them.

And they would obviously know better than to go INTO the back door of the house next door to the house we were looking at buying during one of our multiple house hunt festivals. Only to be returned to me by one nice but very surprised neighbor.

Oh, gasp. That would never happen.

Because that would just be awful.

And scary.

And embarrassing.

Nope. Not me.

(And for the record...we are NOT buying that house. I don't think I could face that neighbor again.)

thursday thoughts

2011-10-13T08:25:00.008-04:00

Rainy days. Rainy days. Gotta love some rainy days.

Except when your 3 littles are bouncing off the walls with unrestrained energy. I actually had them run on the treadmill yesterday in hopes of using up some of that energy.

Why is it that instead of using up their energy, being active seems to multiply it?

My dear friend Tasha (and family) is in Uganda still in the process of adopting their little girl. They have met some setbacks time wise with court dates and such and it is looking like they will be gone longer than expected. I can hear the many emotions she is feeling in her "voice" as she writes and it just takes me back to all the feelings I experienced when we first adopted Eli.

If you had told me 15 months ago that I would look back on those feelings and it all be a blur I wouldn't have believed you. Not for a second.

BUT God is so faithful. And those feelings are a blur.

Please pray for Tasha and family.

Things are moving along with the new house process. We got the inspection out of the way this week. Found a few surprises...but hopefully nothing the sellers won't balk about fixing.

The kids enjoyed a brief break in the rain earlier this week...

We have been having a fruit fly problem in our house this past week. Those things are seriously annoying. Seriously. And so I went to the wonderful world wide web to google ways to get rid of them. I happened to come across a helpful website that told of a way to catch and release them.

Huh?

Really?!

Who in their right mind would want to catch and release a fruit fly? What is wrong with people?

Moving on...

I did find that placing a small bowl of apple cider vinegar, water, and dish soap does a wonderful job of killing them. No catching and releasing around here.

Happy Thursday!

(unless you happen to be a hambick fruit fly...then your hours are numbered)

you've got a friend

2011-10-12T07:00:00.000-04:00

the kids have a favorite park here in durham.

they call it the secret park.

we've been playing there ever since eli joined our family.

there is a certain slide there that ella and ezra love to climb up.

because up is the new down to those two.

eli has never ever attempted to go up this one.

but longingly watched his siblings from the sidelines.

until...

ella spoke to him "come on buddy, you can do it. i will help."

and off he went.

fear stalled him about halfway up.

good thing ella was right there.

supporting him.

pushing him.

and so.

for the first time.

he did it.

they did it.

a tiny huge miracle.

the moments that make my life.

zoe elizabeth: two months

2011-10-11T07:00:00.000-04:00

I know, I know. How in the world is she two months old already?

How. In. The. World?

(sigh)

She is such a doll baby. She is smiling all the time now and tries her hardest to laugh. And she has the cutest squinty eye smile where her eyes just scrunch up and clear disappear...

She seems to save all her special smiles just for her Daddy. And I think she likes his new office...

She is a chunky monkey. I moved her up to size 2 diapers this week. And she is wearing size 3 mos clothes already. Even a few 3-6mos outfits. On our not official scale she checks in at 12lbs +. I love it. I love the rolls. I love the squishiness. I love the smooshiness. LOVE it.

She is starting to engage with some toys and move around a bit. I have been surprised on two occasions this week when I went to get her up from a nap to find her rolled over.

She loves to sleep on her tummy.

She is not a paci girl.

She still eats about every 3 hours during the day. After eating we play for a little bit and then she naps. She goes down for the night around 8-9pm and will sleep until around 7am the next morning...waking 1 to 2 times between then to eat. She settles right back down after each feeding, so I am not complaining one bit.

She does not enjoy her car seat much.

Her eyes are dark and lovely and sparkly and slowly turning (what we think will be) brown.

She really loves her bath time.

And she really loves when all her brothers and sister play around her. Toys are not nearly as necessary with child #4. And who can blame her, her siblings are quite the entertainment.

I can't imagine life without her.

I can't even remember life without her at this point.

Happy two months my sweet Zoe Elizabeth!

memory monday: morning vapors

2011-10-10T09:02:00.008-04:00

James 4:14

How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog - it's here a little while and then it's gone.

I'm not promised tomorrow.

I'm not promised tomorrow with my kids. Or my husband.

My life is not a dress rehearsal and I don't get a do-over.

Just a reminder to myself to not get so caught up in the urgent that I miss the truly important.

saturday morning light

2011-10-08T10:42:00.005-04:00

i love saturdays.

i love the morning light as it streams into our living room.

and i love waking up to this little girl every morning.

i think she likes the light too.

once upon a (rest)time

2011-10-07T16:12:00.003-04:00

I found this story in Ella's journal that she writes in during her "rest" time...

Here's the translation:

Once upon a time there was a little girl.

Her name was Ella Hambrick.

She loved doing school.

But one day her mom said she could not do school.

She cried so much that then Ella's mom changed her mind.

The End.

thursday thoughts

2011-10-06T08:40:00.001-04:00

I love this.

And this made me rofl...

(that's "roll on the floor laughing" for those of you not as cool as me)

(ok, honestly...i didn't know what rofl stood for either. i had to look it up. i'm so lame.)

I also love the fact that we HAVE A HOUSE to move into.

Woop. Woop.

After six long weeks of house hunting and finding houses and losing houses and finding houses and losing houses...we finally got a contract to stick. Smack dab on a great house.

I am also in love with this weather this week. Perfect. (Except if this is Tasha reading this...then the weather has been awful and you aren't missing anything!)

My kids have been taking full advantage of this weather and been playing outside all the time. One of their favorite things to do has been making me birthday cake, au natural. This one was a delicious dark chocolate...

Our resident cake boss, hard at work...

You know you want one.

The cake, not the girl...she's mine. And I'm not sharing =)

Happy Thursday!

Homeschooling: The Color Wheel

2011-10-05T08:30:00.002-04:00

One of the earliest "school" memories I have is sitting in my elementary art class learning about the color wheel. I remember being fascinated by the fact that I could make all the colors I wanted just by mixing the 3 primary colors. Yes, I know...I was (and still am) a bit artsy fartsy and those kinda things are right up my alley. Color theory in college...ah, heaven!

Anyways, I was excited to take a break from our books and did a lesson on the color wheel for my kiddo's. Although, I'm not sure their excitement quite matched mine.

With this lesson came a big (HUGE) new step in my teaching Ella. After I explained the concept of the color wheel she actually asked me, "How do you know this?"

As in, I am not going to just take your word for it...I need to see this for myself. The first time in our schooling process where she hasn't just taken what I've said as truth.

I was so excited for that question as one of my mail goals in teaching my children is for them not to just take my word, but to know for themselves...and to give them the tools to learn to decipher and investigate. To not just turn off their brains and believe me, but to really really know things for themselves.

And so we broke out the paints and set off to see if what I said was really true...

The above picture was Ella's final "proof". She was quick to point out that the orange was more peach than true orange (she is my daughter after all!), but finally conceded that in theory, the color wheel theory was true.

But I have a feeling the real lesson of the day went far beyond the color wheel.

Sidenote: I didn't think it was worth taking a picture of the boys "work" as somehow all their color mixing just ended up as brown, ha!

Not Me Monday (on tuesday because i somehow totally missed monday)

2011-10-04T15:26:00.003-04:00

I did not let my daughter play "beauty parlor" on me and go all out with my make up.

I did not let my daughter play "hairdresser" and attempt to cornrow my hair.

And the final effects were not...shall we say...breathtaking. As in "you would stop breathing in surprise if you saw me."

And, of course, I would get caught up in nursing the baby and feeding the other kids lunch (and so on and so forth...) and forget the new look I was sporting.

And, of course, the UPS man did not choose that afternoon to make a delivery.

And, of course, I did not open the door looking like a 1980's fashion model gone very wrong.

And, he, of course, did not stare and stare at my breathtaking new look.

And, I, of course, would not think he was a bit rude and inappropriate.

Nope. Not me.

Eli Update: 15 months home

2011-09-30T10:00:00.000-04:00

I thought it was (past) time for an Eli update. How crazy is it to think that he has been here for 15 months now. I truly cannot remember life before he was a part of our family.

We officially completed our re-adoption of Eli this summer. This means we officially changed his name and we have an official NC birth certificate and social security number for him...woohoo! (that's a lot of officials, huh) I had no idea it was going to be such a long process, but we are finally done with the majority of our post adoption paperwork. Now all we have left is the COC (certificate of citizenship) to work on, but we are in no hurry to do that just yet.

He continues to grow taller and even chub up a bit in places. He wears the same 4t/5t size as Ezra although he is much slimmer. He gets stronger and braver with each passing month. He continues with his once a week speech and occupational therapy where he is making slow but steady progress. We have realized that repetition is key with Eli...going over and over and over a new concept or word or function until finally something clicks and he has it. For example, I worked for months and months on him recognizing all his colors. Some days he would know them and some days not. Until about a month ago...and now he KNOWS them all of the time.

Two of the little things that have changed in our little guy these last few months...

1) He loves to wrestle Ezra and actually "wins" the majority of the time now. I know, shocker...right. Especially considering the timid little guy that we first brought home. He is timid no more!

2) He can now jump from my dresser to my bed. I know, sounds silly...but this is something he has watched Ella and Ezra do since coming home but hasn't been able to do it. Until this week! And we all hooped and holler'd so loud in excitement for him that we woke the baby up, ha! (And please, no judgement at the fact that I do allow my children to do crazy things like jump from my dresser to bed.)

(yes, i know the quality of this picture is terrible...but i was running to catch the jump and didn't have time to focus...)

We have (obviously from the above paragraph) been able to relax a lot about keeping him protected from hitting his head in the last few weeks. We are almost at the 3 month mark since his surgery and blissfully it seems like a distant memory. Praise God that we are on this side of it!

He seems to be noticing (or at least finally able to verbalize) the fact that his skin color is different from mine. He told me this week that "you not black like me." He also points out on a frequent basis that Zoe's hair "matches" his. It has spurned a lot of conversations and dialogue and I think we are working through this process in a positive way.

A lot of people have asked how he has transitioned to the new baby in the family and my answer is always "seamlessly." He was by far the easiest to deal with during the transition. Sometimes too easy and I have to remind myself that he still needs a lot of opportunity for attachment with me and to make sure I prioritize some individual time with him. He is so sweet and affectionate with his little sister and loves to help me get a burp cloth or give her a paci or throw a diaper away.

He is a joy to our family and I still am awed by the fact that I am allowed the privilege to be his Momma. My memories of the day I met with his first momma are always in my mind and I continue to carry that responsibility with gravity.

I love you Eli Cade...

thursday thoughts

2011-09-29T08:00:00.000-04:00

We are still house hunting. After putting in an application to rent a house we had found, we were turned down because (gasp) we requested that the carpets be cleaned.

I know. I know. We are just so incredibly difficult.

Nevermind that the current tenants have cats and the carpets desperately needed a cleaning.

When this post comes out we will be making yet another day of house hunting. Thanks again to great friends for keeping the boys and allowing my brain one more day of intactness.

I actually grocery shopped with coupons this week. I felt so out of practice. But, oh...our grocery budget thanked me. It takes so much time and effort to put it together but I am able to make our money go so much farther when I do take the time.

It is supposed to be nice and cool and fall-like this weekend. So excited. I am planning on making some chili and just enjoying the weather with the family. I love the change of seasons. I wish winter was only 2 months long...and spring lasted an extra month longer, but you know, I'm not God and I'll take it. It would be hard for me to live in a place where there was no difference at all in the weather.

I told you last week that I was on a mission to get Zoe's smile captured on camera. Well, how bout this one...

And for the record...she was smiling at Ezra. I have a feeling those two are gonna be close. He absolutely loves her and obviously, the feeling is mutual.

Happy Thursday!

breakdown of the perfect baby pajamas

2011-09-28T09:00:00.000-04:00

1) covered footsies...

2) zipper...(can I get an amen?!)

3) and most importantly...a cute baby to go in them!

all about the ezra (recap of ezra's birthday)

2011-09-27T08:00:00.000-04:00

Better late than never...once again. I am beginning to feel like that is the story of my life right now.

Anyways...

Ezra had a great birthday. My Dad and a few of my siblings came down for the occasion. Of course Ezra requested a lightning mcqueen party. A-gain. I feel like I am in a never ending cycle of lightning mcqueen parties. Next year I am going to insist on a spiderman party. Or batman. Or something other than lightning mcqueen for the boys.

Anyways...

We have a birthday tradition where Jeremiah takes out each child for breakfast on their special day, so Ezra and Daddy enjoyed some pancakes at Ihop. This was followed up by a morning at Monkey Joe's.

Because a belly full of pancakes and a morning full of jumping and bouncing is such a great idea, ya know.

Afterwards they headed home for a par-tay. And par-tay we did. Like it was 2006. Complete with funfetti cake and cheetos.

Because a belly full of pancakes, a morning full of jumping, and an afternoon full of cake and cheeto's is such a great idea, ya know.

Of course we had some presents. We have entered the world of Lego's around this house. Part of me loves the imaginative play it spurns and the quiet hours it occupies. Part of me wants to go insane at all the little pieces I am forever stepping on or finding all over the house.

Anyways...

It was a great day for a great little boy, who I still can't believe has made it to the ripe old age of four!

Memory Monday: the hero edition

2011-09-26T08:09:00.008-04:00

With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.
Matthew 19:26
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I have a new modern day hero.

Our best friends Josh and Tasha leave today for Uganda to spend six weeks picking up their sweet new daughter, Alethia Grace.

I know firsthand how emotional and exciting an adoption trip is. And that was only going to Africa for one week with just Jeremiah and myself.

However, Tasha is taking along her 3 kids (ages 6, 5, and 2).
And...
(this one is the kicker)
She is 20 weeks preggers.

I know this might seem crazy to some. And I know that doing this at 20 weeks pregnant was not in Tasha's plan...but she is acting in obedience to what she knows the Lord has called and equipped her to do, despite it not being "easy." What a great challenge and example for me to look beyond my comfort level and to respond with obedience when the Lord calls me to something.

Hero material right there!

Please join with me in praying for their family, their travels, the heart of their new daughter as she transitions to a new family, safety and protection for the new little baby growing in Tasha's belly, and that the Lord be glorified throughout it all!

You can keep up with their journey by clicking here.

thursday thoughts (on friday)

2011-09-23T13:56:00.000-04:00

Whew.
I am exhausted.
No real reason, other than just keeping up with 4 kids...and life in general.

Don't get me wrong...life in general is awesome, we are just going through so many transitions at the moment that at any given moment I am fighting to keep perspective and just focus on the day (and moment!) that I am in.

Jeremiah started his new job at the creek this week. He is loving it. Therefore, I am loving it.

At the moment he is working from home. Which is great. And not so great. The whole work from home thing is great in theory and there are a lot of advantages to it at this stage in our family...I am just not used to having him in "my space" all the time. And I know he is figuring things out as well.

Zoe started giving us "real" smiles this week. She is still really selective about them and they are few and far between...but, oh...the sweetness. Seeing that smile makes all the pregnancy woes and sleepless nights absolutely worth it.

No. No smile has been caught on camera yet, because the moment I break out the big black box she shuts down and just stares at it. But don't you worry, this momma is on a mission to capture it. And when I am on a mission it is just a matter of time...

Zoe finally went for her 1 month check up this week. Only 2 weeks late...but, whatever. The girl weighs in at a whopping 11lbs! And just for reference sake, Ella weighed 7lbs at 1 month. Oh, how I love me some baby rolls.

And how I love discovering sweet moments like this one...

Here's to a weekend filled with lots of sweet moments for everyone!

Happy Friday!
(and Fall!)

adventures in house hunting

2011-09-21T10:30:00.002-04:00

We are in the throes of house hunting. Which is much more fun on tv than in real life I have decided. We have been looking now for about a month without much success. Or short lived success as we had an offer on a house fall through over the weekend. Apparently not all realtors are ethical...go figure.

I don't consider myself extremely picky. However, there are certain non-negotiables that I have as a family with four children:

- Hard flooring in the dining area (i will never understand a carpeted dining room!)
- A yard of some sort
- 3 bedrooms plus an office/den/bonus room
- 2 bathrooms
- In a safe neighborhood
- Within our budget

That's it. Everything else I can change or fix or update or get over.

And let me tell you...taking all four kiddo's with you on a house hunting expedition is f.u.n.

If your idea of fun is your brain falling out of your head from explaining that you cannot climb in other peoples bed or play with their toys or jump off the stairs of eat their food over and over and over and over and over.

And over.

Thankfully, we have awesome friends and family who have been helping us out and we haven't had that scenario too many times. My brain thanks them too.

I know that there is a house out there for us. And I know the Lord is going to provide. And for once in my life I don't want to be surprised by His provision. I am expecting it.

Because he has NEVER let me down. And he didn't orchestrate all the details of our new stage in life so perfectly just to forget this detail.

Ok, pep talk over.

story time with ezra james

2011-09-20T07:00:00.000-04:00

...who needs to go to the library when you've got big brother to read to you.

zoe elizabeth: one month

2011-09-16T08:57:00.000-04:00

Technically these are her 1 month + 1 week pictures and update.
Because how boring is it to just do a 1 month photo shoot.
Or (shhh...don't tell her) maybe it is just that with kiddo #4 exact dates aren't quite so important.

And i have to just throw this out there: I feel really bad for my 1st two kiddo's because the quality of their early photos just plain stink.

Moving on...

Zoe has developed a whole slew of nicknames. ZhoZho, ZhoZho bear, Zooble, Miss Z, and so on and so forth.

She loves to eat. And sleep. And poop. And repeat.

But glory be...we are starting to see the beginnings of the first real smiles. And she is starting to stay awake for longer periods. The newborn lumpy-ness is passing and a real person is emerging.

That makes me both sad and happy all at the same time.

She has worked into a pretty good little schedule and pretty much eats about every 3 hours during the day and gives me two good 4+ hour stretches at night. She loves to be held and rocked and sung to. Her favorite song is "you are my sunshine" in case you were wondering. She doesn't care much for her bouncy seat or play mat-thingy yet, but oddly enough really enjoys her tummy time.

How cutie is this little booty...

And these are just for Nana...
(i give all you others permission to enjoy as well)

"Mom, please stop taking my picture already...I'm so sleepy"

Happy 1 month baby girl!

proof of a miracles existance (ezra turns four)

2011-09-15T07:57:00.019-04:00

Ezra turns four years old today.

Although if you ask him he will tell you he is five.
Because five is the promised land of no naps and older kid privileges in our household.

I write a lot about him.
Because he gives me a lot to write about.

He is so funny.
He is so exhausting.
He is so smart.
He is oh so cute.

He is unique.
He is determined.

He is a fruitatarian.
He is obsessive compulsive.
He is extremely sensitive and will fall apart if you yell at him. (not that he is ever yelled at...ahem)
He is very very very eager to learn.
He is a master paper airplane builder.

He is not a follower.
He is not easily swayed.
He will not do anything just because he knows you want him to.
He will not focus on anything else until he has mastered the latest obsession of his.

He hates loud noises, feeling out of control, and potatoes.

He loves to make you laugh.
He loves to laugh at you.

All of my kids have revealed things to me about my character. However, Ezra wins the prize for showing me most my need for the Lords help in this parenting adventure. I am extremely thankful for the things his life and personality have taught me. He has made me a better Mom. And person.

He has made me laugh till I cried.
He has made me cry till I laughed.

I know the Lord has a very unique plan for his special personality.

Happy Birthday Ezra James...

you are deeply deeply loved.

the city of brotherly love

2011-09-14T07:00:00.000-04:00

Zoe's Birth Story

2011-09-13T10:00:00.001-04:00

Better late than never, eh.

This is a birth story, so, boys...duh, this is your warning if you don't like reading about such things.

At my 38 week doctors appointment I was already dilated to almost 4cm and my doctor suggested we go ahead and schedule an induction for the following week. I was only more than happy to agree!

The Wednesday of my induction was a perfect day. Jeremiah was off and we took the kids to the park in the morning for a breakfast picnic. The weather was beautiful and I was able to just soak up the time with my sweet family. It was very surreal knowing that I was going to have a baby that night...but in a good way.

My parents came in later that afternoon and we did some last minute packing and getting things ready. After a good dinner of Japanese food (I learned my lesson the hard way with Ella to eat BEFORE you go to the hospital!) we said our goodbyes to the kids and headed to the hospital.

We got checked in around 9pm and we were able to talk with my doctor and get to know my nurse. It was a unusually quiet night at the hospital, or so I was told by everyone. By midnight I was hooked up to the IV and officially started the pitocin.

My contractions quickly picked up in intensity and were coming about every 3-5 minutes but I was able to handle them well with just some deep breathing. I was checked around 2am and was at 5cm. I was still able to handle the contractions, which were still coming about every 3-5 minutes. They weren't lasting very long though...about 30 seconds each. Things stayed pretty much the same for the next few hours, although my contractions were now about 2-3 minutes apart, but still not lasting very long. My parents joined us at the hospital at this point, while my sister stayed at home while the kids were sleeping.

Around 5am I had my water broken and I got an epidural. Getting the epidural was not a fun experience this time around, definitely the most painful of all of mine...but the effectiveness of it was incredible. I could still feel pressure, but absolutely no pain. I could still move my legs and felt very in control of my body...I just didn't feel any pain. I was as comfortable as one can be while having a baby!

I was able to rest a little bit over the next hour and was checked around 6am and was at 7cm. I knew it wouldn't be long then because with both Ella and Ezra once I reached that point they were both born within the hour.

Sure enough right before 7am I felt extreme pressure and knew it was time. I pulled my nurse aside and told her that I was a really good pusher and to not turn my epidural down...that I would prove that I could do it while still remaining pain free! She laughed at me, but agreed to test me out. She checked me and I was 10cm and complete and they scurried around calling my doctor and getting things set up.

I think this was the point when I got incredibly emotional. I was so happy to be bringing new life into the world, made especially sweet after losing our Myla two years ago.

Once I got the ok to push...I pushed through 3 contractions and there she was...our sweet Zoe.

It was an incredible birth experience, my most comfortable, quickest, and controlled. I didn't tear at all, despite Zoe being 2lbs heavier than my other two birthed babies. She immediately nursed and was so alert in those first few moments.

Bliss. Absolute bliss.

I swear I would pop out 10 babies before I'd be pregnant again.

It was also really special to have my parents there for her birth, especially knowing that Zoe will be our last biological baby. I was glad to be able to share that with them. Jeremiah was an incredible support throughout it all...as he has been with all of them. I keep telling him that he should consider becoming a doula in his spare time.

I kid, people. But not about the being incredible part.

And the best part of all of this...getting to be her mommy.

Yep. Think I'll keep her.

Memory Monday: the mommy edition

2011-09-12T07:57:00.005-04:00

I know I write about Ezra's antics alot. He is what we like to call our high maintenance child...he brings so much fun to our family, but he requires a lot of energy. He (and therefore we...) had a really rough week last week.

Ok, maybe we have had a few rough weeks.
Ok, maybe we have had a rough few years. (kidding?!)

I could feel myself going down that slippery slope of frustration, raising my voice too much...and so on and so forth...

I was reminded (thank you Holy Spirit) of the sufficiency of scripture for dealing with every and any situation in my life. Including how to deal with my Ezra.

Here are some of the verses I have chosen to meditate on this week. They don't deal with Ezra's behavior (that is for next week, ha!)...but with my reactions to it:

She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. Proverbs 31:26

The heart of the righteous studies how to answer. Proverbs 15:28

If someone is caught in a sin, you who are wise should restore him gently. Galatians 6:1

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I also loved this friends recent parenting reminder. Go check it out. Yea, so easy to forget in the midst of the daily struggles.

Thursday Thoughts

2011-09-08T16:01:00.001-04:00

Ezra ate an entire tube of chapstick yesterday.

He's a rare one, that one.

Four weeks. Four whole weeks. That's how old my Zoe is today. I had a fourth child moment this week when I realized I had never scheduled her one month check up. It'll be more like her 6 week check up. But, ah...I know she is doing great. What's a few extra weeks.

Ezra also fed Zoe a honeysuckle blossom yesterday.

Thankfully, I was able to intervene not too long after the "sharing" incident.

Poor poor helpless fourth child.

She looks real neglected, no.

My name is Jennifer. I like mexican food, taking pictures, reading, cheesy hallmark commercials, rearranging furniture, anything by Francis Chan, rap music, and I once aspired to be a breakdancer. I dislike indecisiveness, knick knacks, green beans, and confrontations. My favorite color is green. I look terrible in skinny jeans. I think I made the (second) best decision of my life when I married Jeremiah. I am pretty smart, but no genius. I love Rothko's work. I loathe Kincaid's work. My favorite song is Amazing Grace...the more soulful the better. I am a list maker and thrive on organization but I can't keep my dresser drawers clean to save my life. I most long for the day when I get to meet my Savior. And I secretly like to watch bull riding on tv when nobody is looking.

Sometimes during this season of my life of taking care of four little's I can feel so swallowed up and forget...well, forget me. Forget who I am and what I like and the fact that I can have conversations on subject matters beyond my kids. Forget that God created me with a unique plan and that he not only loves me...he likes me. I forget that I like me. Or maybe on those days when I feel pushed and stressed and sleep deprived...I don't like the me that is currently me.

Ok, enough about me.
After all, it really isn't about me.

Fall is just around the corner. I know this because 1) Starbucks is now serving their pumpkin spice latte, and 2 ) our hay fields are being mown this week.

No more views like this one...

I have to admit, I get as excited as the kids do when the tractors start showing up.

Happy Thursday!

first bath

2011-09-06T15:13:00.006-04:00

Zoe had her first official tub bath last week.

Did she like it?

I'm so glad you asked.

Yes, she liked it. In fact she liked it so much that she did a first for us...she fell asleep while in the bath. Typical Zoe.

Oh, and did you notice the delicious chubs she is working on? Oh so kissable.