THe blog is getting revamped. I'm changing up the look, the links, and the organization. I need to start blogging again--so much is happening and I hate that I'm not making note of it here.
So hopefully I will be back soon with a better look and more true stories of ill-deserved grace in the lives of Kris, Jamie, Asher, Jude, and an as-yet unnamed third child.
Don't get your hopes up that I'm back and ready to blog. I just need to record a few things that I don't want to forget and then I'm out of here again.
Asher's version of Old MacDonald: Traditional words until he gets to "With a oink, oink here. With a oink, oink here. Anywhere, anywhere. Old Mac Donald had a farm e i e i o"
Jude is LOUD and proud. His favorite words are Mama and Daddy which he yells constantly throughout the day. Loudly.
Asher always points with his middle finger. I tell him to use his POINTER finger, but he never does.
Nothing major here--just want to make sure I remember this stuff!
Kris will turn 35.
Asher will turn 3.
New baby will be born.
Jude will turn 2.
I will turn 31.
Resolution: Don't blink.
No wait...!
It's SuperJude!
"What seems to be the problem, Elmo? Mom and Dad turned you off again? I'll fix that!"
He gives Elmo some lovin'.
And then he rides off into the sunset on his trusty steed...er...zebra.
Here is Andrew Peterson's song, Matthew's Begats, in which he sings the geneology of Christ beginning with Abraham.
And if you, like my good friend Kathy, object to clicking on videos, I urge you to make an exception just this once :)
The number of pictures in which my children have no clothes on may lead you to believe otherwise. They actually do own plenty of clothes, but for some reason, tend to lose them if we hang around the house too long.
So when we began making sugar cookies this morning, it seemed pretty natural that Asher should be in his underwear. Not quite a classic Rockwell scene, but still a sweet memory.
But then he decided he would like to wear an apron like I was so he got to wear the companion apron to mine (which of course says "Jamie loves Kris"--wedding gifts that I'm sorry to say we don't use nearly enough)
So as Jude and Daddy recovered from a rough night of coughing and yucky nasal issues, Asher and I made our first batch of sugar cookies ever. Very messy, but very worth it.
And with that, I bid a fond farewell to the December Blog Challenge of 2009. And it has been officially decided that this will be the very last DBC ever. Bittersweet, but it's just time to move on. A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
As some of you know, Asher still sleeps in a baby bed. We have the big boy bed all set up and ready to go, but our first attempt at the transition (when he was about 20 months) went horribly, horribly wrong. So we borrowed another crib after about a month of sleepless nights and he has been sleeping like a baby (pun obviously intended) ever since.
But with news of a new baby coming to live with us, Lord willing, this summer, we thought this would be the perfect opportunity for Asher to make the big move, free up a needed baby bed, and be the big brother-hero in the process--sacrificing the comfort and security that I suppose sleeping behind bars offers.
Well...he sees things a little differently. He has informed us that the new baby (who will be a girl says he) may have his big boy bed and he will stay in the crib. So little baby-on-the-way and the little Lord Jesus have something in common.
I was thumbing through our old workbooks that my pastor had Kris and I use during our pre-marital counseling and one of the items on a questionnaire was "Name your top 3 favorite memories with your partner."
One of Kris' was "Jamie picking me up at the airport as a surprise." I read that and for the life of me could not remember that ever happening. So I asked him about it and he has no recollection of that happening either.
Are we already at that phase of life? Should we be concerned? I mean, it made the "top 3 best memories" list just 5 years ago and now we have no idea what he was talking about.
I guess too many other "best memories" have been made since then that that one had to leave to make room for all the other ones. Yeah, we'll go with that.
As previously reported on facebook, the shelves are in and they are spectacular. They are exactly what I wanted. We looked for a long time for shelves and I was so close to settling on some that I didn't love but that would have just been an easy fix.
But I'm so glad I didn't because these are perfect. Kris worked so hard in addition to all the hard-working he already does. He cut and sanded and painted and nailed and glued--not because he particularly loves doing all that--but he does particularly love me.
As you may recall, Asher was a fireman for Halloween this year. He still enjoys dressing up in his costume and it is not uncommon for him to walk around the house with some piece of his fireman regalia on.
But we should have known he was up to something when he wanted the whole outfit on AND wanted his Elmo bucket in hand. Kris helped him put everything on as we were still sitting at the table after dinner. He ran off and then we hear the sound of the Christmas candy jar being invaded.
He decided to do a little trick-or-treating on his own. It was a good plan so we let him get a piece for himself and one for Jude.
Speaking of Jude and firemen, I think a certain someone is working on his calendar poses.
First of all--I know what you're thinking..."Hey look! Asher is wearing that truck shirt. Again. For the fourth time."
Yes, we are getting our money's worth out of it. We have a little over a week left to wear them before they are essentially useless to me so we're living it up.
But back to the picture--Meadow and Saige, Asher, and Josiah. We're thankful for our friends! These guys get to play together each week as the moms participate in a bible study. It is loud, slighly chaotic, and usually one mom is up at any given minute checking on a noise (or a lack of noise) coming from where the kids are playing. But those are the signs of life--beautiful reminders of God's grace in our lives.
I got to leave the house alone yesterday. It's the little things in life, really. Not that I don't love every minute with my guys but sometimes it nice to be able to be able to accomplish my tasks a little more quickly than I'm able to with the little helpers in tow.
So to say I rushed home might be a bit of an overstatement. Took my time and made sure they were in bed before I darkened the door is actually more accurate. I found a gift for Jude that I think he is going to love. And maybe a little something for me. And I ate dinner alone at Cafe Express--a place I knew Kris would not at all mind missing out on. He's not a fan but I love it. I think this is because they offer sun-dried tomoatoes on their little mini condiment bar. I feel that sun-dried tomatoes enhance just about any dish and at Cafe Express, you get to add as much of them as you like.
I came home to boys in bed and an unloaded and reloaded dishwasher. That's right--my man builds shelves AND does dishes. Good call on my part marrying him.
probably never needed a haircut. She had plenty on her mind as she cared for him, no doubt, but the the fact that he was getting a little shaggy was not an issue.
Not so here. Haircuts were sadly overdue. Asher had a about a 2-3 week window where he was rocking a pretty cool "surfer-musician, I just run my fingers through it and go" style but then it degenerated into "pitiful street urchin" and that's just really not the look we're going for.
So Mamaw and I took the boys today to get haircuts. 
The webcam obviously does not do well with moving subjects so this is all I could get without actually getting up and looking for and using the camera. But trust me, they look so sweet. Asher kept saying, "I look pretty." I said, "Yes, you do baby...you get it from your daddy."
My friend Becca made these adorable shirts for the boys and I just love them! I really wanted cute holiday shirts for them but wanted a design that Kris would not get mad at me for putting on his boys. Cutesy snowmen and reindeer would just not do. We needed somthing that said "Cute, yet overtly manly." So a truck hauling a Christmas tree was the winner! Asher had his doubts at first ("I'm NOT wearing a Chris-a-mus tree shirt!" But he came around...as you can see.
Does that mean mooing? Mooing quietly perhaps? Eating hay? Who knows.
I can tell you that a good dairy cow (under normal circumstances--meaning not what you find in most American "dairies") can produce up to 17 gallons of milk a day. If you give that cow to a family in a third world country, that family all of a sudden has the means to feed itself and a source of income by selling the surplus. This is exactly what Heifer International makes possible for thousands of families around the world.
An animal can literally change the course of life for a family. In addition to cows, you can give llamas, chicks, goats, even water buffalo! Each gift not only addresses an immediate need but starts a chain reation of need-meeting for the family, the neighborhood, and the entire community. But I'll let Alton tell you more (because who has not learned more from Alton Brown in one episode of Good Eats than in all 4 years of high school science classes?)...
Here is the gift catalog. Do a little holiday shopping!
I love hymns, ancient and modern. There is just something about theologically rich, well-written, Christ-exalting music that proclaims the gospel to your soul. Many of the songs we typically think of only around Christmas time are incredible proclamations of the glory of the Incarnation that we would do well to meditate on throughout the year. Some of these songs were written hundreds of years ago. Some were written in the last decade.
Andrew Peterson, one of my very favorite singer/songwriters, has a beautifully done album all about the coming of Christ. He begins in Genesis, which is where we first receive the Promise that God will deliver His people, and follows the promises throughout the Old Testament, culminating, of course, with Christ's birth.
If you have never heard the album I recommend you CLICK HERE and get it! One of my favorite songs on it is called "Labor of Love" and the first line is "It was not a silent night. There was blood all around." Now that's my kind of Christmas song.
So check it out. And listen to it all year long. Because as believers in Christ, his Incarnation is a precious truth that we celebrate all year long.
Before I lie down tonight, here is what I would like to accomplish
1. Make up bed with clean sheets. (update: made bed...same sheets...kids got in made bed and now it is no longer made...story.of.my.life.)
2. Fold and put away all laundry. (update: might still happen)
3. Hang all clothes that go on hangers. (update: DONE)
4. Clean bathroom counter and mirror. (update: not looking good)
5. Paint the rest of the shelves. (update: the Boss told me to wait til he sands them more)
6. Vacuum. (update: not happening)
7. Clean kitchen. (update: almost finished...had to cook dinner which made the job more involved)
8. Clean out magical minivan. (update: still filled up will all manner of books, papers, sippy cups, shoes, and junk mail)
9. Gather all books scattered throughout the house. (update: gathered some)
10. Deposit checks. (update: went to Target for more cleaning supplies and ran out of time...bank closes too early)
11. Print out Jesse Tree stuff. (update: maybe next year)
12. Straighten boys' rooms. (update: what's the point?)
Ok, that should be enough to keep me busy for today. I just put the Brothers Rives down for their naps so I will go get to work.
ps--the shelves are in and they look awesome! I just need to paint the little shelves that go inside because Kris made it to where they are adjustable. After that, I will post pics. My man did an incredeible job!!!
I think the scales at doctors offices (specifically OBs) are not balanced properly. I think all the obstetricians got together and decided to set their scales to weigh you at a good four to five pounds heavier than you really are. They keep you under their thumb better this way. You're defeated and desperate, therefore more inclined to do whatever they tell you.
Well I'm on to them and their evil plot (did I mention I'm pregnant?)
I get on the scale for my first appointment and I weighed--of course--4 pounds more than I did just 30 minutes before on my scale at home (which I know to be highly accurate.) So the nurse asks me my pre-pregnancy weight. So I just added four pounds to what I knew my starting weight to be. Take that. You're gonna have a faulty scale, then I'm gonna make the necessary adjustments. No condescending glances or offers of an appointment with a nutritionist for me, thank you kindly. (maybe I've been down this road before?)
So yeah, July 3. I'll be 10 weeks on Wednesday. Everything looks good. Got to see a sweet little heartbeat. Very happy and thankful indeed.
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