For Tara

Here are a couple of sweet Ellie! I have to say, this was one of my favorite shoots to date. I am slowly but surely getting them done. thanks for loaning me your baby!

Colored People

Does anyone remember that old DC Talk song? For some strange reason it has been running through my brain for the last couple days, which is weird because I haven't heard it in probably 10 years. Anywho, here is one of the verses:

A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's heart
By God's design, we are a skin kaleidoscope

As I hold my beautiful babies I wonder if I am part of this "skin kaleidoscope". I am not white or pale in color. No way! I am translucent...see through...lacking in all color. I find myself slightly envious of the perfection I see in their skin. It is amazing to me that I cannot see any veins running underneath their skin and through their bodies haha! My body, well, that is a different story. Those of us who are translucent in color are a virtual road map of veins and capillaries. Thank God for the truth of Psalm 139, right? There is something so very comforting about knowing that the same God who paints the colors of a sunset also tenderly painted Jordan the deep caramel color that she is.

(By the way, the peeing on the furniture phase is over. Thank God! However, my couches and rug will never be the same. Every so often I can still smell it. As for this picture, like father like daughter. That is all I have to say!)
He also decided that JW would look his absolute best as a dark chocolate beast.

I can just see Him laughing now as he gave Micah just 3 tiny tufts of hair while leaving the rest of her head nearly bald, or smiling as he gifted her with wonderful asian looking eyes.

So I guess it must be said that he also loves my barely there skin tone, even if I don't like it.
Yes, I love them all! Even when they require a bath after eating rice and green beans.

Most of the time they are very sweet.

Like today when Jordan pushed Micah in the Jumperoo while pretending it was a baby swing...that was sweet. What wasn't so sweet is when she spun Micah around and around like she was in a tire swing. Poor Micah.
*insert cute photo here that has yet to be downloaded off my camera*
Considering Micah is already attempting to crawl, I have a feeling that she will be torturing Jordan soon enough. Payback!

On an unrelated note, I changed my blog settings. You no longer have to have a google account to leave me a comment. I am now accepting anonymous comments, but only under the understanding that you will not so anonymously leave me your name :)

Monster baby!

That is what my JW is :) He has earned his nickname...Bigness. That is what I call him. Bigness. It is certainly fitting. Saying he is huge is no longer an accurate description. At his 4 month checkup today we found out that he is officially a monster baby. He weighed in at a hefty 19 lbs 1 oz, which is off the charts...literally. All that could be written on his chart is that he above the 97th percentile. He is 26.25 inches, although I think that is about 1/4 inch too short. His little head was cocked slightly to the side. At any rate, 26.25 is the 90th percentile for length. His head is also big, measuring in the 95th percentile at 17.5 inches around. So my four month old is the size of an average one year old. I think his new nickname will be "Mommy and Daddy's retirement."

Micah is slowly growing. She has a teeny tiny head that is only in the 10th percentile. She is a whopping 13 lbs 2 oz (30th percentile) and 24.5 inches long
(50th percentile). It is predicted that she will be an early crawler and walker because she is already doing her version of an army crawl. yikes!

I will post some pictures tomorrow of the cutest babies in the world. They were baptized yesterday but I failed to get any pics of them in their cute outfits. I plan on torturing them tomorrow with the camera as soon as I can. Their cute matching outfits cannot go unphotographed.

cute. Cuter. CUTEST.

Could there be anything cuter than fat baby thighs stuffed in little baby legwarmers?


Perhaps these adorable baby toes that look like sausage links? They are pretty darn cute!


Or maybe this get-up put together by the oldest princess herself? She chose the shirt and definitly did not want any bottoms today. She wanted legwarmers like baby sister and for sure wanted to wear her Thomas the Train undies...for boys...on backwards. Yes, this get-up is cuter :)


But what about this adoring look that Big Boy is giving his big older sister? It is too cute for words! Or how about the ever present drool hanging from Big Boy's mouth? I guess you are right; that isn't so cute.


Personally, the cutest thing in this house right now is that big older sister shares her prized possession with a crying baby. Yes, she willingly gives up Bear when comfort is needed. That is the cutest and sweetest thing ever!


Yes indeed, I am blessed :)

Tired of my ramblings? AKA post #3 today

Then this is the post for you! Lots of pics are heading your way :)

Baby girl has figured out how to get stuff in her mouth. Look how small she looks compared to that elephant...which really isn't all that big.



I just like the colors in this one.


Big Boy sucks his index finger, which is the cutest and LOUDEST sucking noise you will ever hear. Big Boy can't do anything in a small way.


sweet potato on steroids :) This came from mom and Bob's garden. I guess they forgot or chose not to dig up the sweet potatos this year and the chickens got to them. So Bob decided it was finally time to dig up those taters! Just in case you wonder what happens to a potato if it stays in the ground too long. All of them look like this! I am imagining that I can make enough mashed sweet potatoes for our whole family from just one potato.


Once again, Jordan got a little bit of the shaft when it came to pictures.

Drool (AKA post #2 for the day)

The stench of urine

"Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins."
James 4:17

There is a certain potty-trained someone in my house who seems to have forgotten that she does indeed know how to use a toilet. This petite and spunky short person shall remain nameless.


As I am sitting on my deeply hated red couch I smell it. I get a good whiff and am once again angered to my core. It is the smell of pee and it has invaded my living room. I have washed couch covers daily due to the dark beauty of the house who has decided that she is too busy to stop what she is doing/watching/singing to/ignoring to get off her little butt and go to the pot. She has peed on the couch daily, sometimes more than once, and on the carpet as well, for about a week and a half now. See, the problem in my eyes is that she knows how to use the potty. She knows that she needs to get up and actually go to the bathroom where she will push her green and white stool to the potty where she will sit; then she is to wash her hands with soap and water and dry them not on her shirt or on the dirty clothes left behind by the biggest kid in the house, but on a towel.

So why doesn't she do it? Why doesn't she do what she knows she is supposed to do? The answer is short and not so sweet: sin. At her core she is rebellious and enjoys going against everything she knows she is to do. Right now this is true for just about every rule in our house. If she is not supposed to do it, she will; and if she is told to do something, she won't. When it comes to potty training, this little rebel is seriously about to break her mother. I am frustrated, disappointed, and just plain angry. Then to make it all a little bit worse, when I notice her wet behind and ask if she peed in her pants, she proceeds to lie to my face! How dare she! Like I can't see the giant wet spot on the back of her dress.

If I am this frustrated and disappointed, how must God feel when I refuse to do the good I know I am to do? I know spending regular time in the word is good for me, yet it isn't part of my daily routine. I know I need to be in prayer for Scott and for my babies. I know this is for our good but do I do it? Nope. I am no better than Jordan wetting my pants and leaving behind the stench of my sin.

Being a GREAT Mom: The Hardest Job Ever

I say "GREAT", because lots of women are moms and are terrible at it. Being a mom takes little to no work aside from 9 months of pregnancy and then labor. Sure, to be a mom one has to feed and but clothes on the kid, but that is the bare necessities. To be a GREAT mom we have to sacrifice without so much as a thank you. Being a GREAT mom means that I have to be tuned in to the needs of my children and spend quality time with them, teach them the ways of the Lord and be in prayer for them. While reading my book today I came across this poem. It struck a chord with me as I am sure it would with most moms. We all struggle with the juggling acts that all moms are forced to play. (Thanks again Susan for the book!)

Now is the time to get things done...
wade in the water,
sit in the sun,
squish my toes
in the mud by the door,
explore the world in a boy just four.

Now is the time to study books,
flowers,
snails,
how a cloud looks;
to ponder "up,"
where God sleeps nights,
why mosquitos take such big bites.

Later there'll be time
to sew and clean,
paint the hall
that soft new green,
to make new drapes,
refinish the floor-
Later on...when he's not just four.
"Time Is of the Essence" by Irene Foster

I hope I am the kind of mom who recognizes quality time opportunities when I am in the midst of my own agenda. I pray that I can choose to do puzzles with Jordan and snuggle my babies instead cleaning or even blogging.

On a totally unrelated note this is my third post in a row without a picture. It must be driving Nicole Medlin crazy :)