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Welcome to Flashback Friday, wherein I shamelessly post blog posts of yesteryear in the name of familial nostalgia!

MONDAY, MAY 10, 2010

mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys

SUNDAY, MAY 9, 2010

old school sunday

Mamas – we love you so very much!


happy mother’s day!

I may not have the chance to post tomorrow, so I wanted to wish all of you mothers and mother figures a very Happy Mother’s Day. The world would likely come to a crashing halt if it weren’t for you and your influences. Thank you for your sacrifices, your love, your tenderness, and your discipline.

I’ve been reflecting today about how blessed I am. Both my Mom and my Mom-In-Law have shaped the kind of Mama I am today. I understand how blessed Shawn and I are to have Moms who support and encourage us as opposed to criticize and tear us down. I can’t count the many times I’ve been told by my Mom or Shawn’s Mom that I’m a great mother and am doing a wonderful job. Those words have meant more to me than I could possibly relate, and it couldn’t mean more to me to hear it from those two women. So thank you for being wonderful mothers to Shawn and I when we were young, and for continuing to be loving, nurturing, and encouraging to us as adults. Thank you for loving Bug (and Baby Deuce) as much as we do, and for being an amazing influence and example of women of God for him. Shawn and I recognize and appreciate how blessed we are to have your presence in our life.

We love you so very much, and we want to thank you for loving us enough to sacrifice, enough to call us out, and enough to support us. Thank you, Moms.


flashback friday

Welcome to Flashback Friday, wherein I shamelessly post blog posts of yesteryear in the name of familial nostalgia!

FRIDAY, MAY 7, 2010

all is well

I had another appointment for Baby Deuce this morning, and I found myself a little nervous about it this time around. This was the glucose appointment, which meant that I’d have to drink what is basically liquid sugar and be tested for gestational diabetes. I tested negative with Bug though, so it wasn’t that part that was making me nervous. Because of the contractions I’ve had, I decided to have them check to see if I’ve been dilating or if the contractions have been doing anything funky. My fear was that the doctor would find changes in my cervix and that I’d have to start modified bed rest.

As an aside – Shawn has informed me of the possibility that not everyone in the world would like to hear about my cervix, or in fact – have a visual of my irritable uterus. I am aghast that my cervix and uterus wouldn’t be of fascination to everyone, but I suppose he does have a point. So this is my official disclaimer that any of my posts having to do with pregnancy, childbirth, and/or postpartum recovery will probably contain lots of words that many of you would really rather pretend don’t exist. I’ll try to post a forewarning so that you can skip said details and can get back to Bug cuteness ASAP.

That being said – “Your cervix looks great!” is what I heard the doctor exclaim. She said that so far there wasn’t any cause for concern, but that they’d keep an eye on things. She also mentioned that she could feel either the baby’s head or butt bouncing up and down on my cervix (he was going nuts-o because of the glucose drink). So thanks for that, kiddo.

I cannot tell you how relieved I am to know to that I can continue as I have been! I’ll still try to take it easy when I start contracting – just in case – but no need to fear bed rest anytime soon. Can I get a whoop whoop (or if you’re from North Carolina, a yee-haw)?

The results of the glucose test are determined from a blood draw, and I should have those within a week or two. The glucose drink is about the size of a bottle of water, and you’re supposed to drink it all within five minutes. The nurse and I were talking about my contractions and she was taking my blood pressure as I was drinking, and I ended up finishing it in about a minute and a half. After the nurse left the room, I could overhear her discussion with the doctor.

Nurse: “She just finished the drink and would like to be checked because of contractions she’s having.”

Doctor: “Wait. She finished the drink already?”

Nurse: “Yep, it couldn’t have taken her more than two minutes.”

Doctor: “Wow, really? That has to be a record (said with awe, by the way).”

“Weeee-he-ellll,” I wanted to answer with a slight swagger to my step. “That kind of extreme tolerance for sugar isn’t something everyone has, and I have to say – I’ve trained for this exact moment. That’s right. I eat it in moderation, but my preferred dessert would put the average person in sugar shock. I’ve been known to have double chocolate brownies sprinkled with Reese’s Pieces and drizzled with caramel sauce for dinner, and I’d say it’s paid off today, wouldn’t you? I mean – holding the record for being able to drink liquid sugar in a minute and half is puh-retty dang impressive, eh?”

And then I realized that these facts are probably not something of which I should be proud. So when the doctor proclaimed her amazement at my fast-sugar-drinking talents, I simply replied, “Yeah. I figured I’d drink it quickly to get it over with.”

But secretly…I’m a little proud.


flashback friday

Welcome to Flashback Friday, wherein I shamelessly post blog posts of yesteryear in the name of familial nostalgia!

TUESDAY, MAY 4, 2010

living on love

In just eighteen short work days, I’ll become a stay at home Mom. I’ve talked pretty openly about my excitement for this transition – a dream Shawn and I discussed when we were trying to get pregnant with Bug, a dream I physically ached for in Bug’s early days of infant hood, a dream I secretly believed would never happen, and eventually – a dream I realized needed to be a reality for the sake of our family and our marriage. I’m officially counting down the days until my family can be my utmost priority. I’m looking forward to keeping J. Bug on a consistent routine, and I’m looking forward to allowing Shawn freedom in knowing that he can work hard and his home and son are well cared for.

I won’t beat a dead horse – you all know why I’m so passionate about staying home. What I haven’t discussed in as much detail is what our new budget will look like. The budget I affectionately call our “Livin’ On Love,” budget (formerly known as our, “Holy Crap, We’re Broke As Heck” budget). I have to admit that I haven’t always had the best attitude about what our new budget will look like – mostly because this woman knows how to stretch a dime and I was having a tough time stretching our dimes to cover everything. I actually think “haven’t always,” may not be the best description. How about – I have been stressed out, freaking out, worried, anxious, angry, upset, guilt-ridden, and did I mention freaking out…about what our new budget will look like.

We inadvertently found ourselves in a catch-22 a few months ago. I needed to give at least a six month notice before leaving my job, so we needed to make a decision by the beginning of November. Even though we knew things would be extremely tight, we decided to commit to me staying home. I’m not exaggerating when I say that we then got pregnant about a week after I gave my notice. On the one hand – had I known that we were soon going to have two kiddos to raise on one income – I don’t know that I would’ve quit my job. And to be honest, I struggle with feeling really guilty for doing so. On the other hand – there’s no way we could continue our game of “pass the Bug” with two kids. We would have to put our kids in daycare. The cost of daycare alone (not to mention all of the “extra” costs associated with such) dwarfs my income, plus I know I’d struggle with the guilt of that decision, too.

So here we are. As of June 1st, our family will be officially living on love. That’s not to say our bills won’t be met because – by the grace of God – they will be. It IS however, to warn our family and friends that we will be cheap. We won’t be able to go out to eat with you, and we won’t often be able to do activities that cost money. You may just have to accept a tight hug and “we love you” instead of a gift at Christmas or your birthday, and we won’t be doing any traveling in the foreseeable future.

We’re sacrificing – a lot. So much that it frightens me a little, honestly. Thankfully though, Shawn and I both agree that the stability and sanity of our household depends on these sacrifices. When we look back at these years, we won’t be thinking about the game systems, clothes, or dinners with which we lived without. I pray that we’ll remember the times we chose the health of our family, our marriage, our children, and Shawn’s ministry over trying to keep up with everyone around us. Doing difficult things doesn’t come easily or naturally, but at least in our case – it’s necessary.


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Welcome to Flashback Friday, wherein I shamelessly post blog posts of yesteryear in the name of familial nostalgia!

MONDAY, MAY 3, 2010

old school sunday

I forgot to post an old school Sunday photo yesterday, so I hope you don’t mind if I catch up today. Mine and Shawn’s 5th wedding anniversary is coming up on the 14th, so I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about our last days as “two,” and our early days as “one.” This photo was taken at our wedding rehearsal on the 13th of May. I don’t remember who took it (though I appreciate them doing so, it’s one of my favorites), or even at what point during the rehearsal this was taken. What I do know is that embrace right there is one of my favorite places to be – even five years later.


home sick

I’m certainly not prone to being home sick. In fact, I went to college, spent a summer in the Pocono Mountains, went to England for three months, and then moved eight hours away from my family – all without feeling a bit homesick. To be clear – I love my family, am very close with them, and missed them. I just never ached for home or cried over not being near my family.

Until recently. I wouldn’t say I’m home sick as much as I am familysick. I miss being around people who know us and love us – not because of what we can do/have done in ministry – but because we belong to them. I miss being able to talk candidly with someone except Shawn about my fears, stresses, and frustrations. I miss having parents around who know we’re completely stubborn sometimes, but desperately love us anyway. This “family sickness” of mine has been so strong at times that my heart tangibly aches.

This is something I’ve largely kept to myself though – I haven’t wanted to make either of our families feel guilty, and I haven’t wanted to make Shawn feel guilty that we can’t travel for awhile. So I’m positive that you can imagine my delight when Shawn told me that his Mom, Dad, sister, nephew, and niece will be visiting on Memorial Day weekend! And then I heard from my Mom this week that they’d be coming down for a visit in May, too! I cannot wait to see our family and for Bug to see his grandparents, aunt, and cousins. It’s funny to me that I’ve been so sad over missing family for the past two or three months, and we’ll get to spend time with so much of our family all in one month! I’m so grateful to see God providing for us in everything we need – even my emotional homesick needs.

Besides, I mean really – who wouldn’t want to see more of this face?


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Welcome to Flashback Friday, wherein I shamelessly post blog posts of yesteryear in the name of familial nostalgia!


toolbox on my head

So I’ve been on vacation this past week, and apparently vastly overestimated the amount of time I’d have to sew/clean/love on Bug. I’m a big list-maker, I’m a stickler to my to-do lists, and I get a little antsy when I don’t get things done as I’d like. As it turns out, being on vacation doesn’t actually add an extra six hours to your day, and your toddler doesn’t know that vacation week means 1) sleeping in, and 2) letting Mommy get a lot of work done. So I’m shifting my focus to instead concentrate on getting as much sewing done as I can and spending some quality time with J. Bug.

Speaking of quality time with Bug, he’s learning like crazy right now. He now knows the sounds that the cow, puppy, and pig make, and he’s working on the “baaaaa” of the sheep. He can sign, “all done,” “more,” and “water,” and does them all on a regular basis. He can also identify my head, nose, and eyes (by pointing to it when I ask where it is). It seems like he was a little bit behind with communicating, so I’m excited to see him catching up a little bit (and yeah….I’m excited to not have to guess fifty-eleven things to find what he wants , too).

And now for your viewing pleasure, I present a video of play time with Bug. Which is pretty random, to be quite honest. A few months ago, he started putting the toolbox from Grammy and Grampy on his head and laughing at himself. You’ll see that he still enjoys his super cool toolbox helmet…


holy crap, we gave birth to “my buddy.”

Very sophisticated and refined folks are we. Shawn declared “Holy crap, we gave birth to ‘My Buddy’” last night while we were flipping through the channels and stopped on VH1′s I love the 80s. We spent the better part of our night last night proving this hypothesis. I present to you the evidence of our ‘My Buddy-look-alike’ child (the evidence would’ve been more convincing if I could have found a shaggy haired picture of him looking at the camera with his big blue eyes). Still, I think you’ll find that our evidence proves beyond reasonable doubt that we did, indeed, give birth to My Buddy. If we were having a girl, a joke about Kid Sister would be perfect here, but instead I’ll just include a retro commercial clip for your enjoyment.

click this YouTube link.