A birthday letter from Jonathan

I've been meaning to post this, but haven't taken the time until now. This is the letter Jonathan wrote me on my birthday (written as he did - spelling, punctuation and all):

Jonathan's letter to Mom.

Dear Mom,

Happy B-day Mommy. Your 35 years of being alive started this morning. You didn't grow today but you still have love within God. I love you. I hope you have a awesome birthday. I'm in happyness with you. You rock Mama. Well, you make me look like a big fat man. You really wear me out. I wear you out. Mom, you're such a good freind. But I love you more than you're my freind. I'll love you forever. I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my Mommy you will be. I love you Mom. Have a awesome birthday Mom. 

Your son, Jonathan 

The ache is still there...

This may be my 7th Mother's Day, but the ache of my heart for the years prior is always within reach around this time. I'm not much of one for Hallmark holidays, as I call them, but those years were painful. I still remember cooking in my kitchen wondering if little feet would ever come running in to grab my legs. I recall longing for sleepless nights, stained clothes, and toys all over the floor. I promised I would never complain. I promised I would cherish every moment. I've broken those promises as tiredness, selfishness, and frustration win out at times. That saddens me, but I know I'm human and raising children is exhausting and trying...and yet, it's the best job I could ever have. 

So on Mother's Day eve, my heart is full and yet the ache is still there. I know many women are dreading tomorrow...they long for a child, they miss the child they won't get to hold again, they miss their mother who is no longer on earth, they miss not having the mother they longed for yet never had.  Tomorrow will be excruciatingly painful for many while others bask with their cups overflowing...

I pray God holds them all close...and that they feel it.

Out of the mouth of a babe...

At Muffins with Mom today at E's school, she gave me a cute gift.  A part of it was a list of questions she answered about me.  I just had to laugh...

MY MOM

Mommy's name is Kaci

What does she does while you are at school? Sometimes she goes with McKenna to a jewelry store with her friend

Her favorite color is? I think it is violet red

Her eyes are? Blue

How old is your mom? She's older than my daddy

Does she like to talk on the phone? She works for someone so she sometimes has to answer.

Do you think she will let you live with her when you grow up? I think no

Is she a good driver? Yes (at least I have someone fooled)

How high can she count? I think she can count to 20

Did your mom go to school when she was a little girl? Yes

What does she call you?  Elizabeth 

This just made me laugh and smile...I am blessed to have the hardest and yet best job God could give.

Words impressed on my heart today

For those that have known Kristi & me over the years, you will greatly understand why this is one of the best birthday wishes I've gotten today:

Via text I read, "35 years ago my life changed forever...There have been good times...Not so good times...And really crappy times! But there is no one else I would want to call sister...Happy birthday!! I hope it is a great day! Love you!!!"

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I also received a beautiful card with the prayer of St. Francis on it.  I've read this before, but in light of what God has been speaking to me and life circumstances it struck a chord again:

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Where there is injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Where there is despair, hope.

Where there is darkness, light.

Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

Must

"Whoever claims to live in Him must walk as Jesus did." 1 John 2:6

It says MUST. Per Websters, this means "be commanded to; to be urged to; ought by all means to." This is not a suggestion but a directive. Talk about a kick in the gut.

May the steps I take, the choices I make, the words I speak, and the thoughts I think be like You, Jesus.

Lessons from Lent

We are a few weeks post Lent, and I have a few thoughts/observations/lessons learned after observing my first:

1) Truly pray about what you are to sacrifice.  Any measure of self used in the decision will NOT bode well for you, and God will reveal your pride. 

2)  It's hard to keep your sacrifice under the radar when your entire church has been given the challenge.  Since so many of us were doing this for the first time, conversation about it abounded.

3)  I still battle legalism, and Lent brought what was dormant to the surface.

4)  Removing meat from your diet when you eat few others things that provide protein can wreak great havoc on one's mental state.  Protein plays a vital part in your mental stability.

5)  Observing "Western" Lent (aka taking Sundays off) can make Mondays seem like you are starting all over again.

6)  I became keenly aware of how often I turn somewhere other than God when I get stressed.  For example, during the "witching hour" (aka somewhere between 3pm-7pm), I would just want a swig of coke to take the edge off.  How sad.

7)  I'm so thankful God created my taste buds so that there is no alcoholic drink I like.  This is pure protection for me to avoid becoming a closet SAHM alcoholic.  (See #6 for reference.)

8)  I am NOT disciplined.

9)  I am thankful our pastor challenged us to try this not-so-Baptist observance after taking time to explain it and its benefits.

10)  Even though it was on such a minuscule scale, the weeks of minor sacrifice prior to celebrating Christ's death and resurrection opened my eyes fresh to what He did for me.

Just a regular weekend

This weekend contained awestruck moments in the midst of projects.  You know the kind...when you realize you & the hubs have worked on a project for hours without frustration, cross words, or silent treatment...when you look out the back door to find your 3 not-so-little-anymore blessings playing happily together and remember the years staring out that door wondering if your backyard would ever even play host to one...when you realize you & the hubs have had more heart-sharing conversation than you have in a while...when you realize how God has graciously provided above and beyond what you deserve...when you realize how God has grown you through the faith family He brought you to...when you witness 6 fellow brothers & sisters publicly confess Christ is Lord of their life...when your heart is broken to tears for those who are hurting...when you watch a little girl race after the usher because she so wanted to give her offering...

Moments of His glory and evidence of His hand throughout just a "regular" weekend...

The Only Thing

Yes, there is a lot of life that I haven't posted about, but those things will have to wait. Life is quite busy now that Miss McK is doing a good job of keeping up with her older siblings.

I HAD to share this song. I heard it on Pandora the other day, and the chorus stuck with me. It totally sums up how I feel about myself these days...and that's not a bad thing. Then I got a FB message from a friend yesterday full of wonderful observations about me and the way I handle life...and then she shared she had always wanted to grow up to be me. I was floored. My first thought was, "NO! NO! NO! Please, dear one, DO NOT strive to be like me! I'm such a mess! If only you knew...if only you knew."

Tonight I searched for the lyrics and a link to share the song with our worship pastor (who kindly reads my emails when I find a "new" song). As I read the words again, I was floored at how they captured what happened yesterday so perfectly. It is truth...powerful truth...and I wanted to share it.

I couldn't find it on playlist to add to my player nor could I figure out how to post the YouTube video here so simply click here to listen for yourself.

Here are the words to THE ONLY THING by Ronnie Freeman:

I heard someone say the other day
They'd seen in me true love displayed
Blessed by something I had done for them

No sooner did they speak those words
I found myself somehow disturbed
Uneasy as I took their compliment

Because I know the heart inside this man
And I know the truth of who I am

The only thing that's good in me is Jesus
The only thing that's good in me is Jesus
I've lived long enough to know that no matter what this life may show
The only thing that's good in me is Jesus

If you could walk the hallways of my heart
And see things as they really are
I wonder if you might be surprised

Seeing faded walls of pride and fear
Rooms I've filled with faithless tears
And corners where I've stood in compromise

Oh but you'd see the work His grace has done
And you'd know just how far I've come

The only thing that's good in me is Jesus
The only thing that's good in me is Jesus
I've lived long enough to know no matter what this life may show
The only thing that's good in me is Jesus

And in a thousand years
When the dust of this world clears
And I look back on my life and see in perfect life

The only thing that's good in me is You, Lord
The only thing that's good in me is Jesus
I know me well enough to know
The only thing that's good in me
The only thing that's good in me
I know me well enough to know no matter what this life may show
The only thing that's good in me is Jesus

Wise words from Farrah Fawcett?

The other day I heard Farrah Fawcett describe life as happening in 3 acts: Birth-29, 30-59, 60-until. She said that the second act is the most difficult.

I don't subscribe to Farrah's way of life or feel like she's some wise sage to model my life after; but on this point, I think she hit the nail on the head.

Can I get a witness?

(Heaven help me as I'm only 3+ years into this act...)

Trunk or treat

Our church joined forces with the surrounding neighborhood association to throw a great Trunk-or-Treat tonight. We had quite a crew: a hunter (not pictured), an "undercover" (according to my shirt, not pictured), a pink elephant (aka Grannylou), Buzz Lightyear, Cinderella, and a Mississippi State cheerleader. The kids were so excited all day that we got way annoyed with the "is it time yet?" question. I'm just glad I didn't mention our festivities until last night!

Buzz was excited to get inside a fire truck, and completely fascinated by their computer. The big kids were pros at asking for candy, and it didn't take long for the cheerleader to start holding out her basket (and throwing a fit when someone tried to take it). The kids enjoyed games, but spent most of their time in the bounce house or riding the train.

Lots of pictures, but I felt so many captured different parts of their personalities... Miss E, always the helper; Miss McK always watching her big sister and throwing around her attitude; and Mr J always fully engaged in whatever he's doing.

I should be fired

Glad blogging isn't my job or I should most definitely be fired. I'm amazed at how things so easily fall to the wayside with the busyness of 3 kids. I'd like to say it's because my house is cleaned once a week, the pantry is always stocked, and my kids are learning this and that; but it isn't. Currently a good portion of my house is clean, but that's thanks to a stomach bug that decided to visit. (So far it's gotten 4 out of 5...and I'm hoping for no repeat appearances.) So many days I find myself doing the same thing I was doing the day before wondering if I'm in some horrible Groundhog Day remake. I will say child #3 is giving me a run for my money with her adventurous, no-fear personality, but she still takes 2 naps a day (thanks to being woken up each morning long before she would choose). God did recently bless me with a new job...scheduling for a local counselor...but that simply means I answer a phone when someone calls. No real excuses.

Honestly, I can think of a few reasons I'm not visiting frequently. One is simply that by the time I have time to sit and put my thoughts in writing, I'm exhausted. I'm shutting down for the day, and Clay is ready to play MafiaWars or MobWars or such on Facebook. Second is that posting pictures on Facebook is so stinkin' easy (most of the time). Lastly, the last couple of years have been tough (as many of you know). This calendar year has found me wrestling with a lot now that the journey continues ebbing and flowing. Not to mention God has been taking our church and my accountability group on a new journey that is stretching my foundation of faith in multiple ways. While I would love to flesh so much of that out in written form in an arena like this, part of me is fearful to do just that. Why? I want to protect the parties involved in the various aspects of this journey. I don't want to scare people into sending the men with the white jackets to our home. I am an external processor so often what comes out isn't where I finally land, and the route to get to where I'm okay often goes through muck and mire. My mom knows this well, as does my husband, but most everyone else has trouble truly understanding how I work. Sometimes I even scare myself. Just as much as protecting others, I don't always want proof of where I am at the moment - my lack of faith, my fear, my sadness, my hurt, etc. Some days I just want to return to "normal" - not that we ever were, but it sure feels like it was more normal than whatever it is that we are now. Those near us know, but those of you who keep up with us only via FB or the blog can be kept in the dark about the truth. So it's easier to just keep my keys quiet instead of laying my soul bare for all to see.

No guarantees of what is to come with the blog, but I do hope to get back to writing more. I miss it, and God has been showing me a lot this year that I would love to share. And there's always a ton to say about the 3 most beautiful children in the world.

Speaking of...here are a few recent pictures...

Miss McK (now 14 months old) - growing up way too fast!

The Big Man (now 5, and LOVING kindergarten) showing one of his little buddies how to race cars.

Little Bit (as we often call her), now 3 1/2, with one of her best buds. She's still wee!

Passion

Per Merriam-Webster online, passion is, among other things,:

- intense, driving, overmastering feeling or conviction
- ardent affection
- an object of desire or interest

The synonyms mean intense emotion compelling action.

That is what I desire. Specifically passion for God. I read another's blog, and I sense her passion. I hear someone's story, and feel the passion. I feel that missing from life for me right now. You would think after all we've been through in the last couple of years I would be very passionate; however it's easy to feel the dailiness of life has sucked a lot of the passion out of me. This week, in particular, has been trying with varying degrees of illness among most of us. Most days I find the goal is simply making it to bedtime - the kids' bedtime no less.

Passion...that is what I long for, but fear asking God for more of it. Many of those I know with such intense passion have endured some insanely tough trials. Personally, I'm tired of the trials. I'm ready for those still waters and green pastures. But passion often comes from suffering.

Passion is what I desire. True, heart-aching, soul-burning passion.

What do I want more: tranquility or passion for God?

Needing to listen

I'm in a weird place right now. It's been a hard year, but the last few days God has gone ridiculously overboard reminding us how much He loves us, that He knows the cries of our hearts, and He hasn't forgotten us or the difficulty of the road we've been walking. It's a humbling place to be...to see His hand so evidently from the littlest things to the big things. I'm almost speechless if I weren't shouting His praises from the rooftop.

"Who am I that You are mindful of me? That You hear me when I call? Is it true that You are thinking of me? How You love me, it's amazing." (from Friend of God by Israel)

Anyway, here I am in utter amazement that He has opened the floodgates and sent us a downpour these last few days. He knew we needed it...and He spoke individually to me and Clay so we each got a personal taste. Isn't He good? No, He is indescribable. But I find myself still in the thick of a battle - a mental one. It's not a new battle, but it has been dormant a while. I'm not really surprised something reared it's head again, but it's exhausting all at the same time.

To top all that off, the path I felt God leading me down isn't taking the route I thought it would. I'm finding myself questioning if I mistook my own voice for His. Ever been there? A door opened. All things pointed in that direction, and peace flowed. But a few steps in, or maybe more, you find yourself a bit lost. The direction isn't as clear. His voice is now hard to hear. Did I do the right thing? Am I kidding myself? Should I turn back or keep walking? Surely I should know by now that my mental picture of how things will turn out isn't how God usually works; and I should surely know by now that His way is so much better. But even after all the times He's sent me to "life school" to learn these lessons, I find myself impatient and questioning when it's harder than I thought. I will say I'm not as quick to tuck tail and run, but I sure do start talkin'. Guess I should shut my mouth to ensure I don't drown out His.

"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, 'This is the way; walk in it.'" (Isaiah 30:21)

Double 3's

I hit double 3s today...yep, 33. Solidly in my thirties, yet I feel about 17/18. C'mon, don't tell me you don't ever feel like you are just playing house?!?! It's not been some magical day, but it hasn't been bad either. Kids woke up early and still needed tending to. Got to have lunch with my mom thanks to our children's minister, and had a nice visit with my dad. Tonight was spent in the company of fellow preschool/children's teachers from church as we appreciated them for all they do throughout the year. Home again for the nighttime routine, and now we're slowly closing down the day.

Nothing to write home about, but it is a day in my life. A life I'm thankful to be living. A life that is hard. A life full of daily challenges and joys. A life full of laughter and heartache. A life overflowing, yet battling fears. God has been more than faithful for my 33 years, and I have been so not faithful. How humbled I am by His grace and mercy...and that He loves me so much that He puts me through the blazing fire to mold me into who He wants me to be. He so wants me a part of His plan that He is drawing me out of my comfort zone into something deeper, something more beautiful with Him. Wow. I'm anxious to see what this year holds and the sights I will along the journey, but selfishly I long for this year's road to reach a peak where I can sit and rest awhile.


Here are 4 reasons life is so blessed and so challenging... thanks to Claire for the hundreds of pictures from Easter weekend. (Check out her fan page on Facebook - Oh Susanna Photography) We are quite fortunate to have this amazing photographer in our family!

In business for myself

Well, I took a huge leap of faith last night and went into business for myself. SAY WHAT? Yep, I did. I'm now an independent consultant for Rodan & Fields Dermatologists. Dr. Rodan and Dr. Fields created Proactive Solution. Now they desire "to bring dermatology based skincare solutions to everyone."

I'm excited and a little scared. This is a new adventure for me, but one that I see God's hand all over. I learned about this opportunity last summer, but we were not in a position financially for me to explore it. I count it no coincidence that it was brought back to my attention within a week of us receiving a little financial breathing room. And we had already been discussing me possibly getting a part-time job to help out around here. After much prayer and a long chat with an old friend, we feel that this is the right time for this opportunity.

There are great products to explore, and I'm excited to jump in with both feet and learn all I can. If you want to learn more about taking care of your skin, please visit my website: https://kaciskipper.myrandf.com/ where you can take an inventory of your skin and get a customized skincare routine.

Here's to a new adventure!

It's confirmed

Miss E really is tiny...big brother called it right. We had her 3 year appointment the other day. Her impressive stats:

Weight - 23 lbs. 8 oz.
Height - 35 1/2 inches

She is now smaller than I was at her age; however I would like it noted that she is already over half my height (which is a lofty 58.75").

A doozie of a day

It's been a doozie of a day with our kids and their one-liners...

This morning we all ended up in the bathroom while Clay was getting dressed. Big J pointed to Miss E and said, "That's a small 3 year old." Why yes, son, it is, but where in the world did that come from?

Praying on the way to school today, Big J said, "Thank you God for helping me make good decisions. Help me to listen and obey my teacher. Help me and (Miss E) play steering wheel (aka Mario Kart) tomorrow. And Mommy and Daddy not yell at us or spank us." At least he's honest.

After dinner (during which Clay and I had a hard time keeping a straight face while correcting little Miss E), Clay said to her, "You're a stinker, and you seem to relish it." Her reply? "Yes, I do." Mercy, I think we're in trouble!

We've definitely laughed a lot today.

Much room for improvement

That's what any evaluation about any area of my life would say right now: much room for improvement. Wasn't it a mere 9 days ago that I talked about wanting to be better about jumping on here? Yeah, 9 days and no improvement. On the other hand, I console myself because there hasn't been much updating on FB either. I did post some adorable pictures, but I couldn't help showing off my knight and my princess after this weekend's birthday party for J's special gal (if she had her way, she'd marry our boy). She's already staking her claim...


I've only got a few moments, but wanted to acknowledge that our youngest is 6 months old today! 6 MONTHS! Where has it gone? Mercy, she has grown up so fast. And it seems to have all happened in the last 2 weeks. She isn't a fan of rolling over, but she can from tummy to back. She'd much prefer to just wriggle from her back to her side to turn herself around instead of rolling from her back to her tummy. She has become so observant and grabby. Necklaces, eyeglasses, earrings, drinking glasses, the remote, the phone...you name it, you have it, she wants it. She loves to sit up and is now doing well enough to enjoy the view from the front of the buggy.




Her world has really opened up. We tried a bath sitting up the other night, but I'm not sure I'll repeat it again until she's more stable. She got so excited she kept falling over and was so slippery it was hard for me to hang on. She is now on an awesome schedule (with a random night here or there). She eats at 9am, 1pm, 5 pm, and 8:30pm. She's flexible though so we can adjust those times with our schedule and everyone is happy. Randomly she wakes up early for a little snack, but it doesn't mess with the schedule too much. When not congested or bothered by teething, she is known to sleep for 9-12 hours. Awesome. Her naps would be better if we didn't have to get J to and from school. She LOVES solid food. Not a huge fan of green beans (who can blame her?), but likes most everything else we've tried. Her favs? Sweet potatoes and ANY fruit. She's making this adorable face now when she eats and is either displeased with taste or temp or when she's done. Too cute!



Okay, I really must go, but wanted to acknowledge today. There's so much more about her (she's laid back, she's now a mama's girl, and she LOVES her siblings), but I must stop for now. I'll be back...Miss E turns 3 on Sunday. Stop my heart.

Bad bad blogger

Wow - it's been like 3 weeks since my last post. This is getting ridiculous. Between 3 young kids, the "good" computer being gone most days, and plain laziness, the blog has greatly suffered. There just isn't the same time...and honestly, loading pictures here takes a lot more time than on FB. There are times I just want to share a brief story or comment...FB lends itself more to that. Guess I could do a short post, but I always feel so inclined to write more here. Or be eloquent. Or profound. Or funny. Or something other than just sharing normal, boring life. But who am I writing for anyway? I started this blog (almost 4 years ago- INSANE!) mainly for my inlaws and grandmother who live far away. I figured this was easier than emailing them pictures and stories. I also never knew who else wanted to know about our life; so I figured a blog would allow those who wanted to check in with us the freedom to do so at their own choosing instead of being forced to read my emails. I found it a great way to document life and process it as well (wonderful for us external processors). Even had a 2nd blog for a while to entertain my spiritual musings.

But as life has been a bit, um, challenging over the last 2 years, I found myself editing on the blog. Some things I wasn't ready to share. Some things were private family matters. Some things weren't mine to discuss in such a public format, but greatly impacted our family. This gal isn't too keen on sharing how many days I've raised my voice at the kids or wished I could have a couple weeks of vacation...only to have my heart melted by those same kids hours later. I want to brag on my kids, but don't want to be one of "those" parents. And with the tough times of the last couple of years, some of my insecurities have returned and I'm not much for putting myself out there to potentially be criticized (even if I never know it...I might think someone might think it. Crazy, I know. This gal needs some sleep.). And some things I hesitate to put in writing for fear it might come back to haunt me or a loved one might have me committed (one particular thought tonight lends itself to both of those!).

Anyway, I've watched the blog become more picture posting and basic facts. And lately I can't even keep up with that...no Christmas photos, no birthday party photos of Miss E who will be 3 in 2 weeks, no picture updates on the youngest who is almost 6 months (SAY WHAT? Where has it gone?).

What's the point of this rambling? I'm not sure. I can't sleep. I got a 2 hour nap today, and the hubs is out at game night. All 3 kids are asleep, and I find myself a bit lonely I guess. They are growing up too fast, and I'm still amazed at how much I love each one of those little guys at the other end of the house - even though J has become increasingly argumentative lately, E's need for my touch and attention can drive me batty, and McK isn't handling her current cold and possible teething well (thus giving me the chance to relive college with a semi-all nighter the other night and LOTS of screaming for a couple of days). I swell with pride as overnight my son has become a reader - at 4 1/2. I giggle with delight at my oldest daughter's singing and dancing - all of her own creation. I melt at my youngest's full-body smile. They are beautiful. They mostly look like their daddy and act like their mother - heaven help us! - and I fail them miserably each day. But then there are moments I catch a glimpse that they get it...when they tell me Jesus/God loves them more than Mommy or that God wants them to listen and obey or when they pray or when tell me they want to go to heaven to see Jesus - and Miss E tells me she can when Jesus lives in her heart. Maybe I'm not as bad of a mom as I often feel I am. Maybe I'm not wasting as much time as I thought (but there is a lot of wasting being done). Maybe I'm doing something right so that they know I love them even though I've yelled and spanked and lost my cool more times than I can count. Praise the Lord He's able to use this mess to reach their hearts.

I'll stop the madness for tonight. Bottom line (man, that sounds like my dad) - I hope to get back to blogging regularly soon, but let's not hold our breath on that one - we know we'd all pass out! Here's a few pictures to tide you over...

...and now hubs just walked in and is wondering WHAT THE CRAP I'm doing blogging at 1:30 am... his next question, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, honey, just one of those introspective nights."

It started with this almost 11 years ago when we said, "I do."

Now we've multiplied to this.

One of my all-time favs of me with my boy.

The girls - who've greatly increased the amount of gray I now cover.

5 months already?

My baby turns 5 months old tomorrow. She's sleeping in her crib for the first time tonight. It's way past time, but various reasons kept it from happening until now. Funny how I told Clay earlier today that it needed to happen soon or we would never get her out of our room...then when I decided just to take the plunge and do it, I found myself wanting to hold her longer while my heart ached that my baby is as old as she is. Everything with Mr. J was so special since we thought he may be our only child...the child we waited so long for. Miss E cried so much and slept so little that her first year of life is mostly a blur. Now, McK truly may be our last child. That possibility gives me pause so many times...like tonight. Will I ever have an infant sleeping in my room again? McK's at such a fun stage - she's becoming more aware of her surroundings each day and LOVES her brother and sister. Nothing makes her smile bigger. She's all about grabbing at whatever she can get her hands on and she's even sat up by herself! She's not rolled over yet, but her tummy time is limited thanks to her active siblings. After a few weeks of being a drama gal, she has relaxed into an easy-going chica. I can't believe she's been with us 5 months already!

The last few weeks have been full of pondering for me. If you've read my blog much at all, you know that dates often give me pause. I find myself reflective and often too analytical for my own good. The last few weeks are no different as we turned a leaf on a new year and marked some not-so-great anniversaries (not to mention the 25+ hours we spent driving!). 2009 was not a stellar year...honestly, the birth of McK and marking 10 years of marriage are truly the highlights of a pretty dark, stormy year. But through the storm, I've learned a lot about myself, my relationships, and most importantly, God.

Well, my musing has been interrupted by a little girl who woke up in an unfamiliar place.

Off to hold on to her infancy a little longer...

John Deere Party

Nothin' says boy like a John Deer birthday party - especially for a first birthday! We celebrated Cooper last Saturday at his grandparents' home. They have an awesome playroom, and everyone seemed to have a great time.

A rundown of the pictures:
Miss E was her usual shy self (only seen when others are around)...Miss McK found a new friend who made her laugh...Daddy would not be happy her new friend seemed to want a kiss... Miss E ready for some cake and ice cream... Big J blowin' his horn... the birthday boy... who wasn't that interested in his cake...until someone gave him a fork!... Miss E with Kristie...Kristie's son checking out who his mama is holding...my big kids enjoying the ice cream (surprisingly this time they skipped cake)...my country girls...