This Week Calls for Randomosity

Random Fact #1: I did finally enjoy a fabulous anniversary trip with my hubby to Kansas City on Saturday. It was beautiful, as is our love.


Random Fact #2: Despite our phenomenal Saturday retreat, this is how I've felt pretty much every morning this week:

Yesterday morning after asking God for His strength because I had none left, I came and read this. Oh how helpful it was!

Random Fact #3: My son loves dirt. I'm pretty sure Pee Wee Herman would ask him, "Why don't you marry dirt, then?" I think he would.


Random Fact #4: The white legs behind my son in the above picture will be seen much more frequently this summer. Forget the purple blotchiness decorating their backs, which are my war wounds from Baby T #3. I was in pants today and I thought I may not survive. Did I mention it was only 85 degrees? Oh yes, there will be shorts, and there will be lots of them.

Random Fact #5: I adore this picture of my mom and sweet girl:

The craziness of life right now insists on randomosity. This could be the new norm.

We Grow 'Em Quirky Around Here

Will's favorite thing to play with lately...


I was hoping Sophie would at least make it to 6 before the desire for multiple piercings hit.

It May Be Just 8 Years, but We're Working On 65

Happy 8th Anniversary to the one my heart loves. I can't wait for another 57 (and more)!

One Final Blow to the Gut

This morning I received this message in my email inbox:



Hmmm... does it really say I went and I watched? Because if I remember correctly, my tickets sat on our kitchen table while I spent Friday vomiting and Saturday attempting to recooperate while caring for my sick son. Our big anniversary weekend away, a bust. Along with the money for these tickets and one of our hotel stays.

I'm not ashamed to admit I shed some tears over this one.

And then, it was time to pray. Believe me, I realize I had this one out of order - the prayers should have been first. Yet through my tears my stubborn soul began to pray, and God spoke these words from 1 Thessalonians straight to my heart: "...give thanks in all circumstances..."

My list of humble thanks to the One who is truly in control:

1. My stomach flu hit hard and fast, before we left for Kansas City.
2. A chance to be reminded (as if I didn't already know) of what an amazing man God has blessed me with. Not ONE complaint about what he was missing. Just hugs, wiping tears, and cleaning up puke on top of assuming almost complete care for our children.
3. An incredible Daddy of mine who came while Ben was at work Friday morning and took care of his grandkids while I lay immobile on the couch or bathroom floor.
4. Sophie got special time alone with Grandma, which she would not have had if mom and dad had been out of town.
5. Feeling somewhat better on Saturday so I had time to hold my sweet boy, with his third day of fever and terrible cough.
6. Whatever uknowns existed... for my Father, He loves me and knows what is best for me... perhaps He was keeping us from things we don't dare think of...

So here's to our dearest Toby Mac - the Tysons hope that you gave a fabulous show in honor of us last night. We imagine you gave us a shout out from stage, telling us Happy 8th Anniversary, and the crowd cheered because 8 years is quite an accomplishment! Way to go to that awesome couple!

And next Saturday, we hope to be back in Kansas City, enjoying a slightly belated anniversary evening away. Sans Toby Mac, but nevertheless, it has all the makings of a fabulous anniversary adventure.

Love 'Em In the Spring

Twins?

Nope, just a twin bed. Got your attention though, didn't I? Sophie looks so big in her twin bed that I really could cry every time I think about it.



Daddy helped her get in the mood - "Swiper, no swipin'!"


Sweet dreams.


Don't even think about judging me for the Dora blanket and sheets. If I'm being brutally honest, I would've judged you for it if I'd seen it on your blog a few years ago. But now I'm a mom, and I just didn't have it in me to tell her no over something so insignificant. It wasn't any more expensive and it made her so stinking happy. So don't you dare, you trendy mom whose daughter has a cute polka-dot or striped bedspread. Don't you dare.

Happily Ever After