Saturday, November 7, 2009

Fall Festival 2009

A little behind on some pictures, so this will be backdated once everyone's seen it...

Momma was sick this year, so we missed our church's Fall Festival. But we made it to Gramma and De-Dah's Trunk or Treat. For those that don't know, a Trunk or Treat is where church members volunteer to decorate their car trunk in a theme, dress up as coordinating characters and pass out loads of sugar to over-stimulated, sweaty kids that haven't had dinner.

Monkey dressed up as a frog, in a costume that Mimi brought from Japan. Although, I'm not entirely convinced that this was a costume. Have you seen the way Japanese kids dress? I think this would be a typical outfit for chilly weather. Monkey just wasn't going for the frog hat though.



Bypassing the candy for the balls in the display. Taking him away from this Trunk was not a pretty scene.



A little creeped out by the talking mechanical cat.



We discovered that Bubba makes a really terrible Angry Banana. He's entirely too mellow.





Our favorite Auntie E and her little lion.



Our friends and neighbors, The M family. DD #1 dressed as a groomless bride (the best kind according to her father), DD#2 dressed as Jackie O (precious!), Mom dressed as a hunter. Dad...well...he looks like dinner.



Enjoying the concert and his hard earned goods...



Doing the hoky poky. Okay, maybe not.



We had an awesome dinner at Burger Island and then home for baths and cuddle time. Fun, fun night!

Fall Has Fallen

Saturdays are my favorite day of the week. The smell of N's famous French toast and hot coffee. The sounds of lawns being mowed in the neighborhood and clothes being fluffed in the dryer. And it's beautiful outside today! Blue skies, light breeze, cool temperature. Ahhh...fall in Texas is really my favorite time of year!

Monkey LOVES to be outside, so this morning we hung out together while I cleaned a little bit of the garage out. I realized about an hour into it, that it'd be much more fun to play in the fall leaves. So I got our rake and initiated Monkey in this fabulous autumn tradition. We didn't have enough leaves in our yard, so I "borrowed" some from our neighbor.

Hoping our neighbor won't be too upset at me raking up their front yard? Some of you know our neighbor. He's a bit...um..."particular"? So yes, there is a chance it's not going to make him happy. Me? If you wanna rake our yard, rake away! I'll even pay you.









I had him get his step stool out so he could get a little more air...










The Nestea plunge. Some of you are probably too young to remember that.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

This Little Light of Mine...

Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven. Matthew 5:16

Many years ago, during the midst of an ugly divorce, God placed in my path an amazing new friend. Sweet Hopkins. Sweet was the children's minister at the church I was attending at the time. If there is one word I would use to describe her, it would be dynamic. She was a tiny thing. I had about two inches on her, if that gives you any idea. But she had the spirit and tenacity of a giant. When I hear the phrase, "Great things come in small packages," I think of Sweet.

The first time I met Sweet, she wore an obnoxiously bright red and pink flowered scarf around her head. What I didn't know at that time was that she had just finished her final round of chemo. Which came in a full package deal that included radiation, a full mastectomy, and a stem cell transplant. Her skin was grey with dark circles under her eyebrowless eyes. She walked determinedly, but slow. Her energy obviously low. In spite of her delicate and sickly frame, one could not miss the attitude and spunk with which she lived her life. Cancer might slow her down, but it wasn't going to KNOCK her down.

The second time I met Sweet, was at a camp counselors meeting about a year later. She had emailed and asked me to join her team of volunteers to take upwards of 100 elementary students to Camp Lebanon for a week long Children's Summer camp. She said she'd make it easy on me and let me go with the "little girls", the 3rd graders, most of which had never been away from their parents for a whole week themselves. I was petrified! My divorce had just finalized a few week's earlier. I had been struggling with how not only would I never have children in my barren state, but now I wasn't even married anymore. And now I was being asked to join a bunch of little girls for summer camp? While a part of me screamed in emotional pain at the thought being around kids for that long, a part of me felt a very deep need to please Sweet. Why I don't know, but I ignored my internal whining and said yes.

What transpired in that week of Children's Camp was a change in my heart. The girls were darling. They did much to heal my broken spirit with their sweetness and silliness. Not only did God heal my heart through those precious little girls, but through my new friend Sweet. Sweet was not one of those coddling, mothering types of women. She was tough. She would give hugs freely and lovingly and not one child or counselor ever felt anything but pure love from this woman. But we all also knew not to pull anything on her. She was sharp and wouldn't put up with any shenanigans from student or counselor. Her advice to all of us while we were there: Don't do anything stupid! We were all very intent on following her advice if it killed us! Nobody wanted to disappoint Sweet. I also finally had the gift to hear her amazing story of beating breast cancer, firsthand. At that time she was in full remission. I just remember thinking that if Sweet could battle for her life with the fortitude she demonstrated, then I could fight what few battles I had in my life. The question was, could I do it with the grace that Sweet did?

Several years go by and cancer again attacked Sweet's body. This time a little more extensively and with a lot more force. But in typical Sweet fashion, it was fought against and she won. Again.

A few more years go by, her kids are grown and in college. Her life still revolves around the children's ministry at church. The cancer returns. Almost with an angry vengeance. It was in her liver and her bones. With time, it's obvious that the aggression of the cancer was not going to be beat. The family decides to let hospice take care of Sweet in her last days.

A year ago today, Sweet Hopkins finally went home. While the rest of us mourned our loss on earth, the Heavens danced with her arrival. With that mental picture, I cannot help but smile. I remember watching her sing and dance at the camp talent shows with all of the kids...

"This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine."


Looking back, I think that was what was so attractive about Sweet. As corny as it sounds, she couldn't help but let her light shine. It was bigger than her. It wasn't meant to be contained by her tiny little body. Honestly, it's not meant to be contained in any of our bodies, no matter how big or strong. So again, I'm forced to ask myself, can I do this like Sweet?

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Our First Family Camping Trip

So a few Fridays ago, N and I decided to take a VERY spontaneous camping trip with the boys. Spontaneous as in we decided to go around 5:15pm and had the truck packed by 6:15pm. Dinner on the road, picked up some groceries on the way, and we were headed into a weekend adventure with our two monkeys. The boys fell asleep on the way, which was fine. We let them sleep in the heated truck while we set up camp. By the time we got the basic gear set up for the night and pulled the boys into the tent, it was close to midnight.

The funny thing about the night: I had forgotten that cats in heat sound very similar to crying babies. And crying babies sound like cats in heat. I learned quickly that night that when Bubba cried to eat, I had to get him taken care of pronto! Several times that night we had feral cats just outside of our tent howling in unison with our little baby! LOL! It was a little creepy, but it was funny.


First thing in the morning, Monkey is chillin' (literally) while Daddy builds a fire...



Mr. Bubba, as usual, just happy to be here...



We discovered the first morning that some point after we went to sleep, we had some visitors that tried to steal our food. Evidenced by the paw prints that we found all over our site...



When they realized our food was packed up pretty tightly, they decided to nibble on some other things...yum.



We spent the weekend taking walks...



Feeding the local geese...



Had geology lessons with the rocks found on the walks...



Tackled Daddy for a little wrestling...



"Cooked" up some snacks by the fire...



We were having so much fun, that naptime took a little extra effort to get implemented...



But when it finally happened, it happened hard...



The second day we had some more fun. We chilled out at the campfire...





Sang songs. Mostly "ABC's" and "Itsy Bitsy Spider"...



Played games. Mostly "peach-a-boo"...





Helped Daddy gather some fire wood...



Played at the campsite playground and learned to "pump and swing"...



Snuggled with babies to keep warm...



"Oh no! Table fall down!" (The water levels were up because of all the rain.)



Skipped rocks in the lake...



Camping has always been the way N and I reconnect and find a new sense of peace in ourselves and each other. While we didn't really have any "down" time to experience the peace, all in all, it was a really wonderful trip! Looking back, I think the only reason I agreed to such a spontaneous event with two little ones, was because I'd had a glass of wine when N asked me. Ha! But watching Monkey run off a ton of steam outdoors and experience one of our favorite things to do, made it all worthwhile. We're already looking forward to doing it again in the spring!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Amazing Adoption Story

Some of you know that adoption has always been very close to our hearts. Even though we know we are done having biological children, we are not entirely sure our family is done growing. Whether or not it is God's plan for our family to pick up the adoption process again, remains to be seen. But I still cannot get over how my heart is pricked every time I hear or read about a family and child adopting each other.

I saw this story on an adoption blog tonight. It's 25 minutes long, so it's a bit of a time investment, but it's a stunning story. I'm not sure anyone could watch this without being touched by its beauty. I connect with this young lady on many levels, but watching her grow up with so much love surrounding her is such a testament to how God's plan is always an amazing one.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

The Arboretum

We've had some sporadic, yet amazingly beautiful days inbetween all the torrential rain this autumn. Fortunately for us, some of them have been on the weekends. So we took advantage of one of them and had some quality time with the family at The Dallas Arboretum.

The pumpkin and gourd displays were stunning! While these make N think of pumpkin carving, it makes me think of pumpkin pie! Yum!









We rarely get Saturday mornings with Gramma since she's so busy with her dog therapy group those days. So this day was especially sweet since we got to spend so much time with her...






Going to the Arboretum isn't always that exciting for little boys. Who wants to look at a bunch of flowers in a park? But little did Monkey know...there were plenty of things for a little boy to do!


Running down big hills with De-dah...




Splashing in fountains...




Riding spitting frogs...




Bobbing for pumpkins...




Climbing pumpkin mountains...




Catching some air....




Roll around in the grass like a puppy enjoying the sun...




Letting Momma win a time or two at wrestling...




Eventually relinquishing some sugar to her as a prize...




Has anyone besides me, noticed that all these shots of Monkey are of him on the run? He sat still for about 5 minutes to eat a lunch of yogurt and chicken, but that was about it. THE.BOY.NEVER.RESTS. He gets that from his De-dah. If you know De-dah, you know what I mean.

Also, if you're wondering why there aren't any pictures of Bubba, it's because he slept pretty much the entire time. He finally woke up in time for a little snuggle with Gramma in the sun...




It really was one of the most enjoyable family days we've had in a long time. The weather was perfect, beautiful sailboats sailing on White Rock Lake, everyone was healthy, and the tickets were free from my work. Towards the end of the visit, we found a little area where there was a jazz trio playing some music, so we decided to sit and relax. At least I did. Everyone else decided to play around on the stage steps. But even so, from my vantage point, it was the perfect way to end the day.




That is, until a cute little Monkey discovers me enjoying the silence a little too much and decides to tackle me.







So much for my silent moment alone...

Thursday, October 15, 2009

A Road Trip to Memphis




Some of you are familiar with “Big Mama”, the blogger from San Antonio. She blogged the other day about listening to Beth Moore speak at a conference and this portion of it just really touched me:


http://thebigmamablog.com/4129/who-knew-memphis-was-a-metaphor/

My heart was already full by the time Beth got up to speak so it should come as no surprise that I had tears in my eyes about three minutes into her lesson. She shared that she’d barely made it to Memphis because of the weather. But she knew that if God wanted her to make it to Memphis, then she was going to make it to Memphis no matter what the airlines said or whatever else happened. If she was supposed to be in Memphis, then she’d end up in Memphis. (This is all a paraphrase, but it’s the general point)

And I just felt God saying to my heart that I don’t have to worry about how I’m getting to Memphis or what Memphis will look like, I just need to trust that He’ll get me to Memphis if that’s where I’m supposed to be.

I hope it’s obvious that this epiphany wasn’t actually about getting to Memphis since I was actually already in Memphis when it happened. It was just a sweet reminder that God is the architect of the details and He doesn’t need me to control all these things that I tend to fret about because I am a fretter (not a real word) and He certainly doesn’t expect me to get to Memphis without Him.

Anyway, the Memphis part of that in my life represents several different things that I’ve been struggling with or trying to understand. I don’t know what the Memphis is in your life, but I know that if God wants you in Memphis then He’ll get you to Memphis.



I’m struggling with my own little journey to Memphis right now. I’m fretting about some personal details in my life. I’m trying to orchestrate those details that are really not meant to be orchestrated by a human. While it’s scary to let go of that control, when I actually buckle down and DO IT, there is a strange peace in it. I don’t have to worry about the details, because they are already ordained to happen at just the right time. So why attempt to take control of reins that are not mean to be in my hands?

Some of you might be thinking, “Duh, yeah, let go, let God. Obvious, Monkey Momma!” Unfortunately, it’s not obvious when I’m in the forest. And this really spoke to me today. So for the moment, until my sinful side takes over again, I’m just going to enjoy the trip to Memphis.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

More Words From the Monkey...

After dinner last night, JK was sitting in his high chair, preparing to get down. I was holding Bubba and attempting to wipe down JK's smudgy hands with a washcloth.

JK: Momma, I hold Baby.
ME: You want to hold Baby brother?
JK: nodding vigorously
ME: Okay, go sit on the sofa and Momma will let you hold him.

This kind of caught me off guard, as he never requests to hold EK. He doesn't really pay him much attention of any kind unless we say something first.

We go to the living room and JK jumps excitedly on the couch. Now, keep in mind, JK is only 26 lbs himself and Bubba is probably around 16 or 17 lbs.

JK: Clapping excitedly. MY BABY! I hold MY BABY!

I put EK gently into his lap, propped up with a pillow.

JK: Obvious exhale as Bubba sits on Big Brother's lap. Momma...Baby heavy! All done. As he slides away from the baby and scampers off the couch.

Yep. There's a reason we call him Bubba. LOL!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Easy There Big Fella!

The routine when Daddy comes home from work:

1. Hugs and kisses all around
2. A quick change into comfy clothes

Last night, JK went into the bedroom with Daddy while Daddy changed into some shorts. While standing there in his boxers, JK playfully tugs Daddy's skivvies.

With N skittishly protecting himself - LOL!

Then the following conversation ensues:

JK: Daddy a big boy.
US: (laughing)
ME: Yes, Daddy is a big boy.
JK: (touching N's boxers again and saying quizzically) Daddy no diaper.
US: (laughing again)
ME: No, Daddy doesn't wear a diaper because he's a big boy.
N: When you stop wearing a diaper, then you'll be a big boy.
ME: So right now, you're a little boy.
JK: (defiantly putting his fists beside his hips, saying loudly) MOMMA, I A BIG BOY!!!
US: (desperately trying not to laugh and doing a miserable job. I think I might have even snorted.)

Monday, October 5, 2009

7 = Perfection

Somewhere in a bible study in my past, I remember learning significant numbers in scripture. One of the things I remember is that the number seven usually signified perfection. It seems unusually appropriate today.

Seven years ago today, I married my best friend, lover, and companion.



The man who makes me smile and laugh daily. The man who always encourages me to pursue my dreams and gently nudges me out of my comfort zone. The man who has the patience of Job. The man whose tender heart and hands are helping me guide two little miracle boys. The man who understands the importance of chocolate, sushi, snuggles on a blue day, and a fresh pot of coffee on a Monday mornings.

Sweetheart, I know I don't say it enough, but you are so appreciated and we are so blessed to have you as husband and Daddy. This family just does not work without you! Even if the last seven years have had their downs, the ups are really wonderful. If we had to go through all of our "junk" again in life to get to each other, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Even though our lives don't look anything like I imagined back then that it would, everything seems...so...perfect.

Happy Anniversary Baby! Here's to 77 years of perfection! I love you!

XOXOXOXO!

mP