Some Crafty Parents

My dad is an awesome woodworker.  He has built so many many pieces of furniture and they are all beautiful!  But this one is super special.  It was a wedding gift from my parents and is an exact replica of the antique pie safe in their dining room that belonged to my

Great Grandma.

How beautiful is this?

It's so sturdy (uh, heavy).  Made of solid oak.

My mom punched each hole on the tin tiles! Then she got a little creative and put our names on the tiles too... people usually notice after they've been sitting in our living room for an hour or more.


'Hey, your names are in there!'

We don't have a fireplace, so we use this as a mantel of sorts. 

As you can tell by the name, it's really a dining room piece, but we already have a table and chairs and a hutch in our small dining room.  So we use it in the living room.

I LOVE it.

Jack goes to 'cool'

Otherwise know as,

 this little fella-

{literally overnight},

became this little fella

and off to {pre}pre-school he went.

**SNIFF**

Also known as,

he couldn't get me to leave quick enough and didn't really care when I came back to get him -FIVE- hours later (!) and this school business was so much harder on me than him.

But, on the upside, he had a fabulous day making new friends and hopefully learning to say the letter S. 

All of this while sporting his new froggy back pack and a slight attitude.

Annnnd, I got to spend the day enjoying these smiles...

And as a side note, we found a Bentley in a parking garage this weekend. 

So like the nerd I am, we made sure to get a picture of my Bentley on the Bentley.

Happy Thursday, ya'll!

My Joy

I've been reading a daily devotional at proverbs31.org.  I really like their style and application to my life.  Today's was a great reminder of how I can not in any way control others behavior or comments, but I can control my own.  I loved it. 

I just copied and pasted the reading below... check it out, short but powerful.

September 1, 2011


When My Mean Girl Wants to Come Out

Lysa TerKeurst


“I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.” John 15:11 (NIV)


Do you ever have days where someone tries to rip the joy right out of your life?

I do.

And it’s really hard. It’s a battle. The good girl part of my brain says, “Be nice. Honor Jesus with your actions. Your response is your responsibility. Self control, Lysa, self control.”

But the mean girl part of my brain says, “How dare they act that way! I’ll show you!”

One part of me says fold your hands in prayer.

But another part of me says throw your hands in the air and pitch a good old fashioned hissy fit.

Issues.

I have them. Maybe most of us girls do. Especially that one special week a month.

But God.

I love how those two words interrupt me. Redirect me. Remind me. Comfort me. Battle the mean girl in me. And cause me to pause.

Pause. Just for a minute, pause. And it’s in that pause where we give the Holy Spirit room to interrupt the mean girl response just dying to come out and bloody the situation.

The Holy Spirit says, “Lysa stop and think. It might feel good in the minute to scream, retaliate, pitch a fit and flood the situation with scary emotions. But it won’t feel good in the long run. It will feel awful in the long run. You’ll feel the sting of regret. Come on Lysa… be rare. Be a girl who looks ahead and determines to do what’s best in the long run.”

Yes, it stinks that this other person is determined to steal our joy.

It really does.

But in reality, my joy can only be stolen if I let it be stolen.

In John 15:10-12 Jesus says, “If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”

Several things struck me as I read this verse. Each interaction I have with others I’m faced with the choice to either remain in God’s love or retreat from God’s love. I can’t control how this other person is acting towards me. But I can control how I act and react. If I chose to remain in God’s love and react to this other person kindly, it affects my joy. Jesus interjects His joy right into the heart of a kind person. If I make the choice to be kind, instead of my joy being depleted, it will be completed.

So back off mean girl part of my brain. The Jesus girl in me is taking over. And holding on to every ounce of joy that’s rightfully mine. Circumstances can steal stuff from me. But not my joy.

Dear Lord, this sounds so good in this moment. But it will not be easy when I have an interaction today with “that person”… the one who makes my mean girl want to come out. Will You help me remember these truths? Will You help me remember this person can not steal my joy? And help me remember if I react kindly my joy can be completed rather than depleted. And that’s what I want. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Keep these three thoughts in your mind:

This person can only steal my joy if I let them.
I can’t control this person, but I can control how I act and react.
If I make the choice to be kind, instead of my joy being depleted, it will be completed.

Reflections:

What situations in my life might get better if I apply what I’m learning in this devotional today? Do I want frustration or joy to be my reality today? What would it be like to live with Jesus’ complete joy in my heart?

Power Verses:

John 15:10, “If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and remain in his love.” (NIV)

John 15:11, “I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.” (NIV)

John 15:12, “My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.” (NIV)

Good stuff.

My craftiest creation yet...

Hellllooooo

Bentley Charles!

 Born at 10:08am on May 23rd, weighing in at 6lbs 12 oz. and 19 1/4".

 Here is big brother Jack giving B his first head squish of many to come meeting baby B for the first time...

 Precious.

 Just for fun, the picture on the left is Jack and on the right is Bentley... brothers much??

  I LOVE THESE BOYS.

And now I would like to think I'm caught up blogging... but this little B is now 3 months old.  What's a momma to do?  :)

Cookie baking with the boyz

This is Jack and his cousin, Will. 

They are BFF's. 

And, naturally, BFF's bake cookies together.

This is cookie baking 2 and 3 year old style. 

Will was the 'scooper' and Jack handed me the full scoop for proper cookie placement.

Although while I stepped back to take these pictures, Jack busted out his mad baking skillz and showed those oatmeal raisin dough balls who was boss.

These pictures make my heart happy.

Those boys.  Love 'em.

My little love, Mr. Jack

This blog didn't exist when Jack was born, but we can pretend, right?! 

Jack Warren was born at 4:19pm on March 27, 2009 weighing in at 8lbs 6oz.

A boy and his daddy {sigh}.

Jack is named after my Grandpa Jack and my other Grandpa Waldo Warren.  I couldn't name a kid Waldo, just couldn't... even my own grandpa didn't like his name!  So Warren it is. Was? Whatever.

 

Preggers

Nooooo sillys, not right now... I was previously preggers.  I'm just starting from the beginning.  I'm a little late on a 'wheeee new baby!' post, so I thought I would back it up even further. Here I am on the night before I gave birth to each boy. 

Are you seeing a difference there?  Uh, look at my face! With Jack, I gained FIFTY {ugly} el b's.  With Bentley, I gained 20 {oh look, it's a BAAABY in there} pounds.  I totally attribute that to a paleo/primal diet.  More on that later. I just wanted to share this little tidbit because I find it funny and/or frightening.

Next up... my 'it's a boy' {named JACK} post.  Approximately 2 1/2 years later.  So what??!