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to prove i’m still alive…

20 Oct

It seems like years since I’ve been here. And truthfully, I even feel a few years older. This is a tough season of life for me. I’m the curious sort that has a love/hate relationship with change. And unfortunately, the kind of changes that I’m not so fond of have popped up a lot recently.

Most notably…September 16th my dad lost {or won, depending on your perspective} his struggle with cancer, and finally met his Savior. The last few days before his death were exhausting emotionally, mentally and physically. The weeks since his death have been hard too.

But not in the ways I expected.

It’s hard because…

…no one grieves the same way, yet we all have expectations of what grief should look like. I don’t grieve like my mom or brothers, or even my husband. And sometimes my way of grieving conflicts with their way of grieving. And, instead of getting offended or lashing out, I have to remind myself that we are all going through this together. And that lots of grace is required as we navigate this unfamiliar territory.

It’s hard because…

…life goes on whether I’m ready or not. There is a family to take care of, a house that needs cleaning, home schooling to be done, etc. There is no “pause” button to push until I’m ready to face the daily grind of life again. Moving on is part of the process, even when I’d like the luxury of making time stand still for a bit longer.

Along with that major life change, comes the start of a new school year. As much as I was looking forward to starting 1st grade with Sam, it was another transition to acclimate to. I’m happy to report that it’s going well…even though it’s not the well-oiled machine that it could be. We are working out the kinks one by one and I look forward to the next couple of weeks when we get into our “school groove.”

Ava turned two this month and is well on her way to perfecting her “terrible” status. Not really…but she is quite the drama queen and keeps us cringing or grinning, depending on her antics! She has a will of steel titanium and really dislikes to be told “no.” Her favorite response is to look at us with an expression that says, “Your rules don’t apply to me, I’m too cute!” Oy…

Rachel is 7 mos. old and has matured from newborn to baby {a change that any parent can appreciate} and she is now demanding my full attention. She loves to play peek-a-boo, squeals at her brother’s antics and loves to be surrounded by family. She has thighs that rival the Michelin Man’s and eats non-stop {or so it seems!}.  Her smile lights up the room and there is nothing, I mean nothing, that brings a grin to my face quicker than listening to her belly laughs.

So there’s the update of my life in a nutshell.

Just wanted to prove to you that I’m still alive. ;0)


picture play

22 Aug

I took this photo of Rachel today and decided to play around with it a little.





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a place to call his own

12 Jul

Sam has a habit of choosing the most unusual places to read. When he was a toddler, we found him buried {E.T. style} in the middle of his stuffed animals, looking at books. If there is a nook or cranny to be found, Sam has discovered it and uses it as his own personal book retreat. Today I found him here.

He was singing to himself and reading his latest library book. And I couldn’t help but smile because in the chaos of our crazy little house, he had found a place to call his own.

3 months

3 Jul

snapshots of life

21 May

Here are a few snapshots of my life at the moment.

The Stare.

Defenders of the Soap

My precious babe.

Sam on the boogie board.

A single…

and double nose dig.

taking care of business

8 Mar

Well, with 10 days to go until babe #3 arrives I’ve been nesting like mad! We’ve Marko’s been painting and switching the kids furniture to a bigger room, while I’ve sorted and purged (and purged and purged) toys, clothes and stuff that we just don’t need anymore. 

But, to prove that I haven’t forgotten about you in the chaos of the last several days, here are some pictures to occupy your time ’til I get around to a real post.

Side note: Marko took the first photo.



18 Feb

I was looking through my photos the other day and noticed a trend…







wordless wednesday

2 Feb


comfort and joy

26 Dec
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

“Fear not then,” said the Angel,
“Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan’s power and might.”
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
Wishing you and your family the Comfort and Joy that comes from our Savior!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

pumpkin patch fail

9 Nov
All I wanted were a few cute pumpkin patch pictures.
Is that too much to ask?
Apparently my charming children thought so.
They were bound and determined not to look my way.
It was like they had plotted before we even got to the pumpkin patch,
“Ok, here’s the plan: if mommy calls your name, look away.
Anywhere is fine, as long as it’s not at her!”
“Like this?”
“How ’bout this?”
“Yep, that’s great! Looking down is always good too!”
(Man, is she gonna be frustrated, or what?)
“Uh oh. There’s that look. We better cooperate or bad things might happen…”
“Sucker…you fell for the ‘ugly face’?
I’m still not looking!”
“I’ll just pretend to be distracted by this pumpkin stem.”
Oh well.
There’s always next year, right?
And adding a 7 month old to the mix is bound to make it easier…or not.