Now We Are Four!

KW joined us on November 10, 2010. Thanks for following our journey as a family!

Friday, August 19, 2011

Teeny Tiny

Even though this post is a little late, the photo was only on the second day after KW's nine month birthday. Love the teeny tiny barrette! It doesn't really stay in yet, but all I needed were a couple of photos.

She wasn't really overjoyed about taking these pictures, but I still think she looks cute as a ... teeny tiny barrette!

Thursday, August 11, 2011


The other morning, while finishing up KW's morning feeding, I heard the distinct sound of silverware and the refrigerator. There was really nothing I could do, so I waited. Whatever was being done had already been done - no point in stopping him. Just let him have fun. For a minute.

I entered the room, and thankfully did not accuse Lee of anything in my question. (I am so good at that.) This is what I found:

"I got out my yogurt and a spoon and your yogurt and a spoon so we could have yogurt together [pron: togedder]."

Melt my heart. I sat down right away and enjoyed an early morning snack with my little guy.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011


Had to snap a set of photos of KW in her latest frilly dress before church last Sunday. Love her!

PS - We have a tooth! Going to take a while to get a photo, though - this girl doesn't make it easy!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Reading by Lee: The Bearenstain Bears

A little while back, we brought down my old BB books from the attic. Lee had become a big fan when he got a book in a Chick-Fil-A kids' meal. He has since memorized the three books, and his favorite is the one about visiting the dentist. So far, it doesn't seem to help in making him more excited about his own trip to the dentist. Though I have promised him that, if he will let the dentist look in his mouth, I will say, "It looks like a cave. A cave with teeth!"

Need another bedtime story? Enjoy!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Grace Moms

I think it is natural to like your own kids more than anyone else's. I mean (please), you carried them for nine (ten) months, birthed them, then sacrificed pretty much every moment of your day for them for as long as it took for them to become (sort of) self-sufficient. I also think it is somewhat natural to think your kids are smarter, cuter, and sweeter then most other people's kids. The faulty thinking starts to creep in when you begin to think that your kids are more saved than other people's kids.

I remember the first time I saw one way B and I had set Lee up for failure in the play date department. Because he was our first baby, and he was (of course) cuter, sweeter, and more adventurous then every other baby, we would lie on the floor and let him crawl all over us. And I mean all over us - the head, legs, torso. One morning, I met a new friend at a baby shower, and we found we had several things in common. Our kids aren't the same age, but we set up a play date and looked forward to seeing each other again. When we got there, my almost two-year-old son could not restrain himself from tackling and crawling all over her three-year-old daughter - the head was especially alarming to me. As soon as B returned home that evening, I informed him Lee could no longer climb on us this way. How was he to know who was off limits? And, guess what? He no longer does it. I just didn't think of it until I saw it.

But I still prided myself in the things that Lee did not do - things I heard about other kids doing during the terrible two's. You know, like coming out of their room all night, pitching a fit, grabbing toys, hitting anyone who grabbed their toys, etc. (If you don't se them yet, then wait.) I just thought we were by-passing all that stuff. What a great, easy kid! Not to mention the great job we were doing, right?

This was pretty much how things went until KW arrived. Clearly, behaviors began to surface much faster with a newborn and a newly two-and-one-half-year-old. Lee was - and still is - a grrrrreat! kid. He is simply like every other little one growing up in the world - he is learning his way, he doesn't know if he hasn't been told, and he has a mind of his own.

As I began to swallow my pride, the Enemy saw that my mind was fertile ground. I was uncertain, overwhelmed, and concerned every time I saw something that didn't fit with my idea of the "great" kid. Were these behaviors normal, or extreme? They sure felt extreme to me. Were other boys Lee's age acting the same way? I didn't really have many boys for him to play with on a regular basis, so I didn't really have any point for comparison. Trapped in the house by a finicky napper, my thoughts ran wild.

Enter Grace Moms. Grace Moms know that all kids have their own strengths and weaknesses. They know that each kid is going to exhibit different problem behaviors when they are together. None of them is perfect, and none of them is in the exact same place on their journey to being grown up. And all of them need Jesus. They are made my God, loved by God, and (hopefully) all will grow by leaps and bounds once they meet Him. But most (if not all) of them have not had that meeting yet.

Even more, Grace Moms have grace for each other. They are honest about their babies and help me figure out how to get through my own struggles as I am honest about mine. I am thankful for the Grace Moms in my life, who encourage me, laugh with me, cry with me, and let me mess up as I grow as a parent. They make the choice to love my kids, not because they came from their womb, but because they came from God's. We have the power to build each other up or tear each other down, and the last thing any of us wants to be is a tool for the Enemy. We all have the same ultimate dream for our children: that they will know their Savior.

Thank you, Grace Moms, for letting me love your little ones, as well.

Monday, August 1, 2011


This is Lee's idea of being excused from the table: lining up the chairs in a row to make a train. (Anybody remember playing that game?) KW always gets to be the driver. For this reason, he has to wait until she is finished eating before he sets up the rails.

I love how she turns around every time I say her name to get the pictures. I also love how their faces appear to be in sync with the expressions they are giving me, even down to the tilt of their heads. Almost like they planned it!

Lee is so bright because I had to take these photos from the caboose. Toot! Toot!