7.01.2012
6.13.2012
Big girl!
I'm testing a post from the blogger app. This picture pretty much sums up Finley's personality these days. 
6.03.2012
All will be restored
(Grayson & Finley, Windy Gap, April 2012)
I’ve stared at a blank screen multiple times to try to hammer out this post. I’ve been quiet here on the blog, mostly because I wanted to get this post written before I moved on to all the updates on the girls and all that we have been up to lately.
Tonight (about fourth time trying to write this), I mostly just feel like keeping it short and to the point. This has been a hard year. Back in October, we experienced this. Three months later, we were excited (and a little nervous) to find out I was pregnant again. On Friday March 2nd, at eight weeks into my pregnancy, we found out we had a second baby being held in Jesus’ arms.
Losing two babies in such a short time frame has rocked us. We are trying our best to face it all; wrestling through it with the Lord, clinging to what we know is true even when we don’t feel like believing it. We are committed to choosing to believe that the Lord is good, that He is enough, and that He loves us and He has the best plan in store for our family. It’s not easy. But we are trying, and we continue to know that He is close to the brokenhearted.
Since this blog serves as a family ‘album’ of sorts to document our lives (albeit sporadically), I wanted to make sure this little one did not go unrecognized. It’s hard to even wrap my mind around it, but we now get to experience two little ones here on earth and two more in heaven when we get there. We get to live in the joy, the messiness, the fullness of life here, all the while longing for that sweet day when we get to meet Jesus and our two babies face to face. Where He will wipe every tear from our eyes and all will be restored.
5.13.2012
4.11.2012
Green
I have a lot to blog about, but this just happened about an hour ago. Too classic to not go ahead and post...
I leave the girls downstairs with some stickers, paper, and ONE marker each. Finley had green, Grayson had black. Ten minutes later Grayson comes barging into the bathroom saying "Finley has something she wants to show you! (Giggle giggle)". It was 10 minutes before nap time and just for the record, no one knocked on the bathroom door before barging in.
At first glance it looked like it was just spots on Finley's shirt, pants, fingers and toes. Then Grayson pulled up her pants legs and giggled some more. The funny thing was that Grayson kept acting like it was all Finley. Which I thought too with the massive amounts of green, until I saw the four-year-old's name perfectly tattooed in black marker down Finley's leg. How many times have I said that markers are for paper only? Seriously. I really dislike markers. I am sure thankful it was not the wall, or the carpet, but after a good scrub in the bath, she is still green. "Washable" is debatable.
I leave the girls downstairs with some stickers, paper, and ONE marker each. Finley had green, Grayson had black. Ten minutes later Grayson comes barging into the bathroom saying "Finley has something she wants to show you! (Giggle giggle)". It was 10 minutes before nap time and just for the record, no one knocked on the bathroom door before barging in.
At first glance it looked like it was just spots on Finley's shirt, pants, fingers and toes. Then Grayson pulled up her pants legs and giggled some more. The funny thing was that Grayson kept acting like it was all Finley. Which I thought too with the massive amounts of green, until I saw the four-year-old's name perfectly tattooed in black marker down Finley's leg. How many times have I said that markers are for paper only? Seriously. I really dislike markers. I am sure thankful it was not the wall, or the carpet, but after a good scrub in the bath, she is still green. "Washable" is debatable.
3.30.2012
Dear Avery and Grayson...
...the next time you see this picture, you'll be getting married the next day. Congratulations.
2.24.2012
2.09.2012
The Monster Under Your Bed
In the car tonight on our way from dinner back to the house to have birthday cake:
Grayson, singing her own creation of a "scary song" in her best spooky voice:
"There is a green monster under your bed...
He is going to eat all your cake...
And blow out all your candles...
And there is not going to be any cake left for you!"
"Isn't that a scary song?" she says.
Yes sweetheart. It would be scary for the monster to eat all my birthday cake. Lucky for me, and lucky for you, he didn't. Shout out to Maymay for the yum-o-licious Dreamsicle cake from Maxie B's. Monsters beware.
Grayson, singing her own creation of a "scary song" in her best spooky voice:
"There is a green monster under your bed...
He is going to eat all your cake...
And blow out all your candles...
And there is not going to be any cake left for you!"
"Isn't that a scary song?" she says.
Yes sweetheart. It would be scary for the monster to eat all my birthday cake. Lucky for me, and lucky for you, he didn't. Shout out to Maymay for the yum-o-licious Dreamsicle cake from Maxie B's. Monsters beware.
2.08.2012
Where has all the blogging gone
Let's see...after Christmas I battled a sinus infection that took about 4 weeks to completely clear up. Finley turned 2, we finally got to go see Mamaw to celebrate Christmas a little late, I went away on a girls' weekend, Justin and I went away on my birthday celebration weekend (a little early), and somewhere in there we've all had colds again and Finley had the throw up bug. Good times.
So January flew by and February has arrived. I feel like I mostly spend my time trying to make sure we all have clean clothes, food on the table, and no one is getting into anything that is too dangerous. Case in point: I tried to corral the massive amount of laundry this morning and left the kids mildly unattended. Within 30 minutes, Finley had sneaked out marshmallows from the pantry, then a bag of raisins, poured water all over herself, rummaged through my make up, and touched the Kindle so many times before I caught her that it started buzzing. The laundry is still in piles in the hallway.
Apparently she turned 2 and the craziness started. That child is into everything. Unless I have amnesia (which I admit is entirely possible), I just don't remember Grayson reaching and grabbing and climbing and getting into as much stuff as Finley does now. We are all working on "a soft answer turns away wrath" as Grayson and I both usually just want to (do) scream "Ahhh! Finley!! Put that down! You're not supposed to do that!" She is a funny one though. When I talk to her about being naughty, she ever-so-sweetly interrupts and says "Mama, Mama, Mama" (until I say "yes?") and then she just puckers up and kisses. Kisses. With those big blue eyes. Yep, she's learning how to work the system at an early age.
The man is not pictured here because he was behind the camera, but if he was, it would confirm that Finley is still my child, even though we look nothing alike. She just happens to really favor her daddy.
Grayson, on the other hand, looks so much like I did as a child that our own friends get pictures mixed up around the house and can't tell who is who. Grayson these days is mostly just begging for someone to please teach her to read. She is starting to sound out words and would really let me read books to her all day long if there wasn't laundry, cooking, and 2-year-old-wrangling to take care of. We took a Little House on the Prairie break and read a few other chapter books in between but now we are on to The Long Winter. I thought that would be all seasonally-appropriate for winter time with snow and such, but we have been having 60 degree days around here and no snow in sight. So much for the $7 snow bibs I found on clearance (and bought every size in) at Target. At least they are both now set for next season as well.
So January flew by and February has arrived. I feel like I mostly spend my time trying to make sure we all have clean clothes, food on the table, and no one is getting into anything that is too dangerous. Case in point: I tried to corral the massive amount of laundry this morning and left the kids mildly unattended. Within 30 minutes, Finley had sneaked out marshmallows from the pantry, then a bag of raisins, poured water all over herself, rummaged through my make up, and touched the Kindle so many times before I caught her that it started buzzing. The laundry is still in piles in the hallway.
Apparently she turned 2 and the craziness started. That child is into everything. Unless I have amnesia (which I admit is entirely possible), I just don't remember Grayson reaching and grabbing and climbing and getting into as much stuff as Finley does now. We are all working on "a soft answer turns away wrath" as Grayson and I both usually just want to (do) scream "Ahhh! Finley!! Put that down! You're not supposed to do that!" She is a funny one though. When I talk to her about being naughty, she ever-so-sweetly interrupts and says "Mama, Mama, Mama" (until I say "yes?") and then she just puckers up and kisses. Kisses. With those big blue eyes. Yep, she's learning how to work the system at an early age.
The man is not pictured here because he was behind the camera, but if he was, it would confirm that Finley is still my child, even though we look nothing alike. She just happens to really favor her daddy.
Grayson, on the other hand, looks so much like I did as a child that our own friends get pictures mixed up around the house and can't tell who is who. Grayson these days is mostly just begging for someone to please teach her to read. She is starting to sound out words and would really let me read books to her all day long if there wasn't laundry, cooking, and 2-year-old-wrangling to take care of. We took a Little House on the Prairie break and read a few other chapter books in between but now we are on to The Long Winter. I thought that would be all seasonally-appropriate for winter time with snow and such, but we have been having 60 degree days around here and no snow in sight. So much for the $7 snow bibs I found on clearance (and bought every size in) at Target. At least they are both now set for next season as well.
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