Saturday, April 28, 2012


Here are just a few pictures that I just had to share.

Mommy steals a kiss =)

Levi is such a good big brother. He loves Amos very much.

Lydia loves her little brother too, and begs
 to hold him all the time. Though sometimes
 she tries too hard to be "mommy".

Lydia's hair braided in a circle around her head.
I just recently learned how to do it without
having a "hole" at the crown so we'll have to do
it a little differently next time. I really wish I
could have had all of Ephraim in this pic, that
smile is to die for.
And last but not least, a picture of ALL my babies. This was taken on Easter. They sure are somethin' the little hams!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Pancakes for Supper

Sometimes it's nice to have something quick, easy, and TASTY! Levi, Lydia and Ephraim "made" these pancakes. I cooked them, but they put all of the ingredients in. It's so nice them being old enough to participate in such things. Although, I'll admit my kitchen was in a chaotic mess for a few minutes there. But, that's ok, it's a memory I wouldn't trade.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

New Bikes

Levi and Lydia just got new bikes from Pappy today. They were excited, and couldn't wait to get home and try them out. Levi has pretty well got the hang of it (with training wheels of course).

Lydia however still thinks that it should just keep going after she gets it to move, and cant figure out how to keep pushing the pedals. She'll get it though. On a warmer day we can go out and give it lots more practice.
Ephraim just wishes he had one, but he needs to grow just a little more. He kept himself pretty entertained anyway.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Infant Baptism

Amos Lee's baptism was a couple weeks ago. A symbol that he is now a member of the covenant family. I've been putting this post off for a bit now. Not because I dreaded it or anything, but because I wanted to put a picture with it. The only pics I have though don't show Amos very well. I was going to freeze frame part of the video that Aunt A.K. did for me, but I haven't got around to it. Why infant baptism you ask? Well, I'll admit, it's kinda hard for me to explain. I myself grew up independent baptist, and we practiced baptism by submersion after salvation, as a sign of obeying God. When I married, my husband was Presbyterian, and we now attend a congregationalist church of the reformed doctrine. And they (we) understand the Bible slightly different on the subject of baptism. We believe that we are to continue in the practice that circumcision represented in the old testament. However, nowadays that circumcision is used for medical reasons it has been replaced with baptism. When we baptize our children, it is a "dedication" if you will. A contract with our Lord Jesus Christ that we will do our best to bring our children up in a God-centered home. And teach them His word and law. And when we do that we are also setting our children apart, not saving them, but that they will be held more accountable because they have been taught. Which I admit, I feel is a little scary, but more so a blessing.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

An Announcment

Well, the arrival of baby cousin that we were so anxiously awaiting finally arrived... about a month and a half ago. I'm just a little slow getting this post up. Out of respect, I will not be putting a picture, but let me tell you, he is adorable. That's right, baby cousin (my nephew) is a boy! When he arrived Amos had already grown so much, that he was double the size of Conrad, and Amos is still a little "rounder" but Conrad has caught up with him in length. I hope that being cousins so close in age, that they will be very close friends. I'm sure they will :)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Passing it On

The following is an article I read on someone else's blog, who got it from someone else's facebook, and it just really hit home. It was very inspirational to me, and it just seems to go right along with my last post.
There’s this crazy phenomenon going on right now. Good, devoted mothers get on Pinterest... and blogs... and Facebook... and Twitter... and then they flip through parenting magazines and TV channels (full of advertisements and media hype)... and they’re convinced they’re not enough.

They’re convinced that everyone else has magnetic, alphabetized spice containers,

Photo source: Pinterest (

and unless their garden parties are thematically accessorized with butterfly lanterns,

Photo source: Pinterest,

and they’re wearing the latest fashions (in a size two, of course), there’s no point in even showing up for the day. Last Saturday, this happened to me:

I came home from a lovely day out with my extended family and had serious intentions to spend the evening dyeing Easter eggs and making bunny buns. By the time I got everyone settled and fed, however, I was so tired that I just laid on the couch and dozed while my children played and got themselves to bed. Around 8:30, when I finally had the energy to sit up, I decided to try out Pinterest for a few minutes until my husband got home. There it was–1,000 reasons why I’m failing at all things domestic.

I don’t make grilled cheese sandwiches look like ice cream.

Photo source: Pinterest,
I don’t even have seasonal throw pillows on my couches or live plants anywhere in the house. Is it really so hard? Can’t I pull myself together and wrap some candles in green foliage and bring happiness to our decor with bright fabrics and hand-crafted photo frames?

As I was trying to calm my frenzied state of mind, my husband came home and held me tight. We talked about our day, and he told me how much he loves me and that he wants our boys to marry someone like me. I fell asleep snuggled under his arm.

The following morning, our children enthusiastically bounded into our bedroom and tucked themselves into our covers. My four-year-old gave me an arm massage, and we all sat there together–joking, laughing, planning the day ahead, and enjoying that special feeling of family. Reflecting on the discouragement I’d felt the night before, I realized that my family doesn’t care about what I see on Pinterest. They care about me.

My daughter Grace loves me to sing “Baby Mine” to her each night before bed. When I go to our Power of Moms Retreats, she misses that special ritual. We have recordings of Michael Crawford and Allison Krauss singing their versions, but Grace doesn’t want those. She wants me. So I recorded myself singing “Baby Mine” and emailed the audio file to her and to my husband so Grace can hear “her song” before she sleeps. As far as she’s concerned, my untrained voice belongs at the top of the charts.

My daughter Grace is my “snuggliest” child. Back tickles and “Baby Mine” each night are how I show that I love her.
A few months ago, I was practicing sideways dutch braids on my two daughters. They had found these great “how-to” videos online, and we set up our comb, brush, and hair bands in front of the computer so I could become an expert. Half-way through the braid, my fingers got all tangled up, the hair was too loose, and one of my daughters had been sitting with her head to the side for several minutes. Feeling extremely frustrated, I said, “That little girl in the video is so lucky to have a mom who knows how to do hair.”

My daughter stopped me in my tracks when she responded, “But I have a mom who is trying.”

These are my two girls with the braids that took me FOREVER to do. (But I’m getting faster now, and they appreciate the fact that I’m trying.)
My mom is in her 70s, and her memory is starting to go. Her sweetness and love are as strong as ever, but when we talk on the phone, she can’t remember the last time we spoke or the last time we saw each other. At the end of one phone call a few weeks ago, I whispered, “I miss you, Mom.”

She said, “Oh, I miss you, too! But we’ll get together soon. You can come down to the park, and we’ll get an ice cream cone at McDonald’s.”

I replied, “Yes, that will be fun.” But then the tears started, and I had to use every ounce of control to keep my voice even so she wouldn’t know I was crying.

What I really meant was, “I miss being able to talk to you, Mom. I miss laying on the grass while my children make a hopscotch and savoring our long phone conversations. I miss you remembering all those secrets I used to tell you. I miss you asking me if I’m okay. I miss seeing you read books and hearing you sing while you do the dishes and having you drive out to my house without getting lost. I miss you remembering how much I need you.”

My mother didn’t specialize in home decor or gourmet cooking, and she didn’t lift weights or run marathons. But she makes me feel like I am the most important, wonderful person ever born. If I could pick any mother in the whole world, it would be my mom.

There’s something deeper going on in family life than can ever be expressed on a social network. Whatever it is we feel we are lacking, can we collectively decide–as deliberate mothers–that we are not going to sit around feeling discouraged about all the things we’re not?

Can we remind each other that it is our uniqueness and love that our children long for? It is our voices. Our smiles. Our jiggly tummies. Of course we want to learn, improve, exercise, cook better, make our homes lovelier, and provide beautiful experiences for our children, but at the end of the day, our children don’t want a discouraged, stressed-out mom who is wishing she were someone else.

If you ever find yourself looking in the mirror at a woman who feels badly that she hasn’t yet made flower-shaped soap,

Photo source: Pinterest,
please let me offer her this helpful reminder: “Your children want you!”

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

On My Heart

   Well folks, I have a few items that I have been wanting to blog about, but finding time to sit down and do that has been a little sketchy lately. And I will get to those posts hopefully in a few days, but right this minute I just wanted to share a little something on my heart.
   I wanted to just share with you the reason I started this blog, and why I named it what I did. I am a person who has been blessed immensely, I'm not saying that braggishly or in an "in your face" kind of way. (though I am proud) But I'm saying I'm so blessed as merely an observation of a fact I have come to realize. However, I am going to admit that it is often I lose sight of this observation, and "forget" just how blessed I am. I have a tendency to become caught up in the mundane, just trying to make it through the day, lifestyle. I begin thinking more along the lines of "kids, why can't you behave for 5 minutes" rather than "Thank you Lord for blessing me with these children."
   Right about the time I started this blog, I was in that mode, and the song "This is the Stuff" by: Francesca Battistelli really seemed to hit home. And thus where I got the title of my blog. (unfortunately not very original... but personal nonetheless) "In the middle of my little mess, I forget how big I'm blessed" My so-called "burdens", my trials Oh how small, how little. And look, just look at the blessings I have to show for it. Yeah, so I'm fat, but I wouldn't trade it for the bundles I got out of it. (not that it wouldn't be nice to be skinny AND have children.. ha) Not to mention the fact that God gave me a husband that loves me the way I am... fat, skinny, happy, moody. And yeah, I have typical "human" children, and they are sinners too, but they are healthy, they are happy. And sometimes they even behave, who woulda thought. I am SO blessed. Blessed BIG. I will post a lot of miscellaneous things, but I will also post my blessings. And I encourage you to take a look at your life, and not dwell on the things not going your way. But instead ponder on just how Big the Lord has blessed you.