Friday, December 21, 2012

Some Big News, Some Big Change

I have been staring at this screen for a half hour trying to decide the best way to share with you the news that Nathan and I have been harboring these past few months. It's good news, I assure you, don't freak out, but it's BIG news. The kind of news that made us lay awake night after night, praying whether we were truly discerning the Holy Spirit or just chasing a dream.

Well, I'm happy to share with you this new reality that is hitting our family full force this Christmas season:

Our family is packing up our little blue house (not the house, just the people and stuff in it) and we are MOVING to.........CAMP ZEPHYR, the camp that I love. The camp that I met my husband at. The camp that provided deep, beautiful, and yes, sometimes painful, shelter for me during many days of my youth. It's been 7 years since I worked there as a summer staffer and over 12 years since I've been there as a wee camper myself. It's a place that holds so much comfort for me and everytime I enter it's gates, I feel as if I'm home. (Quick edit: some of you might not even know what Camp Zephyr is! Forgive me. Zephyr is a summer camp and retreat facility complete with cabins, a lake, a pond, pool, ropes course, etc.etc. that hosts all sorts of different groups from Senior Adult week long camps to high school band camps and everything in between. It exists to further God's kingdom through service and relationships. More info here: Camp Zephyr)

Nate and I are still reeling over the enormous honor that has fallen to our family. Families come and go at Zephyr, but they always remain just that: family. The Zephyr family stretches far and wide from a small village in Guatemala, up to Arizona (where a beloved Z family is en route to next week) and so many wonderful places in between. People might live 10 hours away from Zephyr, but the moment they are close to its gates, their hearts begin thumping with giddy anticipation. It's a place of refuge. It's a place of growth. It's a place to crawl to the foot of the throne of Heaven to worship. And once you've tasted the goodness that is that place (by God's mighty grace) you are family. (You know who you are, friend from my youth, who is reading this now, Yes, I'm talking to you. You are family too and a part of the Zephyr story).

Some back story: You remember that darling boy that I blogged about months ago? His darling wife got a fancy east coast job in New Jersey and the two of them packed up their little house at Zephyr where they were living and serving and moved to the east coast (just in time for a crazy hurricane!). While the Z family grieved its loss in this cute little couple and their two fur-babies, the praying and searching began to fill his position. A position that my husband applied for. And a position that my husband has accepted.

Nate's title (I believe) is Director of Guest Services. So his job will be a little different than Luke's (Zephyr is an ever evolving place of business, but first and foremost a ministry to further any and all Kingdom work!) but his job will be essentially the same: loving the staff, overseeing guests who walk through its doors, and furthering the ministry that is Camp Zephyr.
We finally shared with Wesley yesterday that we were moving and I'm overjoyed by his enthusiasm. I was nervous, because it's such a big change. But we talked about the things that would happen and the fact that he would have a new bedroom with Spencer and it's okay if he misses their old room in our little blue house, but there is going to be amazing adventures on the horizon. He accepted all that I said with pleasure and excitement.

Spencer will go with the flow as he always does, I'm certain. In fact the big field that will be across from our house will probably be a favorite place of his. And all those trees to climb. How excited am I to see him blossom out there.

Obviously there are a million things to be done, and the fact that I'm very pregnant in the midst of a move, and other previous commitments on the calendar (Photizo!!!!!) I am excited and anticipate for God's glory to shine brightly through these changes.

Nate shared with his coworkers yesterday about his decision and I will admit to tearing up a bit over the relationships he has forged there. God has provided for us so greatly with his job at CITGO and I'm thankful for all of the coworkers there who have encouraged him and taught him on his journey. There are people there (you know who you are if you are reading this) that I know we could call in a pinch who would come to the rescue if ever they were needed. These relationships will be missed, and we are so grateful for them!

Another big question we've gotten from the few people who we've shared this news with: Will we still be at Oso? The answer to that is Yes. YES. We will still come into town to church at Oso. While Nate's job will have him working some Sundays, we all pay our dues and rotate, enabling us to have Sundays free where we can worship where we choose. Oso is our home and we feel no pressure to leave it for a closer church. The commute really isn't so bad. (I will just be leaning a little more heavily on church family on those Sundays Nate won't be with me as I am getting very pregnant and will soon be towing three little wild things around with me)



Things you might pray for:

1. Our little blue house to be rented to responsible renters. We fully trust God's provision on this. Please pray with us on this!

2. Community. My largest concern from the beginning was our need to be connected to people. Z can sometimes be a bit daunting to drive out to for some and there are going to be days where I just won't have the energy (sleep deprivation haha!) to drive into town. I talked with Tammy and Audie about this already :) and trust that you, my friends, will be praying for me as it's a place of insecurity and frustration for me. And the enemy knows it. Our family is a family who loves and appreciates community and conversation. Thankfully, I already have people in the OG area (and of course my fellow camp ladies-wives and my dearest Abby!) who I know I can lean on and pray with.

3. Good health for us all. My pregnancy, compounded with sick children, or a sick husband is a terrible, rotten, no good mix. When Nate starts, (his official start date is Jan.14) he will be hitting the ground running, stuffing his brain with Z knowledge and training. We can't afford to have sickness fall over us. And I have less than 10 weeks before I deliver this little (er...large) baby. So please, pray with me for good health during this transition.

4. Peace. Peace for our hearts, peace for the boys. Transition can be a very painful, but a very beautiful process and we anticipate SUCH goodness from this new chapter in our lives. God is faithful to provide and we are trusting Him in all this.




Thank you, friends. Thank you for your support in this. Thank you for the love you show me and our family so very often. We are so excited. So grateful. Always grateful.

And we are so honored to be one more chapter in the Zephyr story. Woo!
xo, jade....

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

His Daddy's heart

I just read a blog that Rebecca Woolf from Girl's Gone Child wrote about her eldest child, her son Archer. She talks about how he can't wait to be a dad someday (he's 7) and most of her article rang so true to my heart when I ponder on the heart of my oldest, Wesley.
If you know Wesley in the real life (and not just via instagram/fb/and blogger) then you know he can be as tender as a child can be. AND he can be as rambunctious and wild a little boy as can be. One minute he will be curled in my arms telling me great and fabulous tales of knights saving princesses and dragons who are actually friendly dragons, whereupon the next moment he is leaping off of his fort with his sword in hand, chasing his brother around and tackling him to the ground. One minute he will be sitting by my side painting or making a craft, the next minute he's Iron Man shooting lasers at Dr. Unstoppable and his legion of Alien Cars (his invention, not mine). He's very well rounded in his tastes and affections. Well. For a four year old. :)

But one thing I've always known is that Wesley has inherited his daddy's heart. Nathan was made to be a dad. He simply was programmed that way. The first hours in the hospital, I was pretty out of it from my surgery and Nathan took the reigns like it was NBD. No fear. He changed that first gross diaper. He fed that first bottle. He held and burped him and cuddled him. No fear. (I on the other hand was completely emotional and a wreck and LOOKED like a really badly groomed fraggle in ugly pajamas. It wasn't pretty). And NOT only did he handle things that first day, he handled them GLADLY and with impressive natural skill.

Today Spencer (who has been pretty sick these last 2 days) was crying and throwing things in the heat of his tantrum over me taking away the ipad.

While he is screaming and throwing things, Wesley intervenes and this is their conversation:

Wesley: "Woa, Spencer! Woa! Calm down. Just calm down. Do you want to go to our room talk about it?"
Spencer: "uh huh"
Wesley (with his arm around Spencer as they walk to their room): "You have to calm down little buddy. It's just no good, no good at all when you get mad like that. You can't be screaming and throwing things. Do you know what happens when I get mad and throw a fit? I get a spanking. Do you want to get a spanking?"
Spencer: "uh uh"
Wesley: "That's right. Nobody likes spankings. You don't want mommy to spank you. You just need to calm down and realize that the ipad isn't important. It's just a game. What's important is mommy, daddy, you, me, and God. And all the people in the world. People are more important than games right? And God is more important than everything. So you need to calm down and quit screaming. Ok?"
Spencer: "uh huh"
Wesley: "Do you want to go tell mommy youre sorry and give her a hug?"
Spencer: "uh huh"

So they come into the playroom (where I was sitting on the window seat listening to their entire conversation) and Wesley says "Mom, Spencer wants to apologize for his tantrum", to which Spencer walks up to me with his head hung low and hugs me.

To say that Wesley is a little daddy is an understatement. A few weeks ago we were at a going away party for some friends and there was a sweet newborn baby girl present. There was a long line of little girls (and some grown ones) ready to hold sweet baby Mia. And of course, Wesley. He was the only little boy in line to see the new baby girl. He looked over at me, gave me his special smile, and stood on his tiptoes to see the baby a little closer. He wants a baby sister so bad, he's been asking about adopting one since there's no guarantee that God will give us a biological one. So we've been talking about adoption and everything it entails quite a bit and I told him someday when he grows up and gets married, that might be something he and his wife can do. I'm not saying no to adoption for us now, but it's given me something new to pray about for HIM someday.

I'm grateful for Wesley's tender side. It reminds me to show more tenderness when I tend to be short tempered and busy.
 How amazingly blessed am I? Always grateful for these wonderful, unique, so incredibly fun and zany children. And I am so grateful for the man that these children are half of. So grateful.


xo, jade..


Sunday, December 02, 2012

Advent


It's no secret that I am really into toys. I have many from my own childhood that I still cherish to this day. The boys play with some of my figurines that were some of my very best adventure sharers. I relate to Andy from Toy Story so acutely. The way he imagines these great battles between good vs. evil and the camaraderie that his toys share with one another always gets me choked up. I absolutely lose myself in Toy Story 3. I cry Every. Single. Stinkin'. TIME!! Every time. It doesn't matter if we are sitting in a waiting room at a doctors office and they are showing it on the tv. It doesn't matter if we are at Gatti Town and its on the kids big screen and the place is packed with wild animals running lose high on sugar and game tokens. I always cry. I just loved my toys growing up and I love how the boys (Spence is slowly, but surely, getting there) use their imagination and line up armies to be taken out by Rex.

SO every year, when the new toys come out around the holidays my eyes get big and bright and full of wanting because I love to sit under a tree with my boys and play with GI Joes or my original Strawberry Shortcake figures (yes, my boys play with my girly toys....though they usually end up buried or tied to the back of a truck).

Fortunately for me I married a man who grew up with Hot Wheels and rocks and dirt, so there is a healthy balance (for the most part) of Toy harboring in our family. I go nuts and he brings me back to earth. The first time Nate decides to take me to Disney World, he will probably have to tie one of those kiddie leashes onto me because I will be losing my mind with excitement.

This season, while I've already finished my wrapping for the boys in my life, I still get itchy when I walk through a store. If it has a Toy Story logo on it or a Cars logo or heck, a Tinker Bell or Tangled logo, I stop and daydream about the adventures to be had with this plastic stuff (as Dave Ramsey calls it....and yes, cute Dave is totally right.) But I still daydream nevertheless.

BUT, I walk away. I've done my shopping for the boys. They each got a special little something from me and Nate, and a stocking with a few little things in it I know they will really enjoy, but that's it. It's sort of a big deal that this is happening, because I LOVE toys.

And even though this is a huge deal for me, it's still isn't even enough. Nathan and I have goals to be debt-free (completely debt free. Not just a car payment+mortgage debt free, but completely debt free. One car paid off: check! haha) And it's not just so that we can GET more from being debt free. It's so we can GIVE more. I married a man who has a generous heart. He teaches me everyday about selfless love. I share my love. But I also love to get the lovin' back. (Words of affirmation, gifts, quality time. I'm needy, alright.) But Nate will love with out any expectations. And I want more of that in my heart.

So this video helps me along a bit with the whole selfishness that I often harbor. I hope you watch it. And when you see a toy at the store, wave at it, but don't go into debt for it. Haha.

[AC] 2012 Promo - Basic from Advent Conspiracy on Vimeo.

Here's to a Bright and Merry season celebrating the BEST thing in the world! The Birth of Jesus!
xo, jade..

Friday, November 30, 2012

Anne + Gilbert

“For a moment Anne's heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert's gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath. ” --LMM

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Sweet Air


Anyone else loving the sweet, cool air that has blown so far south? We rarely have these cool days, so I am so grateful for the change. It's definitely sweet relief from the icky, muggy, 80's and 90's we've been sweatin' through. 

Indeed, I'm grateful for home and the warmth that it provides. And I'm so grateful for the cooler days. Anything below 80 is a win in my book.

xo, jade

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Confessions

Confession #1: I did not vote. November 6th was an extremely busy day for me and early voting wasn't in my frame of mind last week. And by busy, I mean, I spent the day working on weddings, getting my braces adjusted, and browsing the Christmas section of Pier One for some cheerful inspiration as I was feeling a bit melancholy.  I feel a little bit like Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail when she confesses that she got a manicure and forgot to vote. You know the scene, right before she and that crazy writer who loves his typewriter break up so that she can ultimately be free to love Tom Hanks aka NY152. It was the best. Did I just spoil that scene for you?

Oops. Confession #2: I also forget to put spoiler alerts in my blog.

Confession #3: I also love Tom Hanks.

Basically, I wasn't putting my face in the elections this year. It isn't that I believe my vote doesn't count, it's just that I trust that God is placing whomever in office that is supposed to be there. In spite of my lack of political enthusiasm.

Last night, Nate and I were laying in bed looking at our facebook feeds on our phones when the call was made that President Obama was re-elected. The depressed, angry, frustrated responses that I read from my peers were heartbreaking. I knew they were upset. I knew a lot of people were really upset. I also know that if Mitt Romney had won, we would have heard an even angrier mob from the other team. In my heart, I saw exactly what Satan wanted: Division in our nation.

My heart grieves the loss of so much, but that's the point, right? This place is not our home. Our nation will be stretched and grown and fall and rise and seeds of prosperity may or may not be planted for our future generations, but all that Nathan and I can do is continue to lead our little ones forward in the way of Christ. We are grateful to live in a free nation and we will give respect to our leaders, but our hearts and faith and hope has been and will always be deeply rooted in our communion with the God who created this world and the men that inhabit it. (Including the man that is now our president for four more years. God loves our president with an always and forever love)

So this morning as I reflect on the events of last night, I praise God for our nation. I praise God for the saints of His people who continue to battle the dark corners of this earth. But I praise God for his mercy and grace.

"Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment." Romans 13:1-2


peace,
jade

Monday, November 05, 2012

Planting trees

It's funny how you blink your eyes and suddenly you are five days into a brand new month (in my opinion, one of the top three months of the year). I'm certain that time speeds up the older you get. When I was a child, I would lay awake at night and wonder how long it would take for the morning to come so that I could begin my new day. Now I lay awake at night and only wish the night would linger so that I might sleep a little longer.

This morning, (thanks to the beautiful sunlight streaming in my window and the time change) I awoke just as Nate was leaving for work. My two explorers had found their way to our bed sometime in the wee hours of the morning and I just took a moment to watch them sleep. They fight over who can curl up next to me the closest, which makes for some pretty poor rest in my part, but they sleep nice and soundly the moment they are cuddled up against us. I know it breaks parent code to let your children sleep in your bed for ANY amount of time, even if it is after 2am that they come pattering to our bed, but I just can't wish these days away. Not even for a moment. Time is so fleeting on this earth. And children grow as quickly as the seasons pass. Why would I wish these nights of cuddles away? Soon enough they shall be teenage boys wrestling, arguing, playing ball, eating us out of house and home (oh wait, they already do that!), and, sooner than I'd like, they will be running away into the sunset to catch a new adventure before the last rays of day disappear over the horizon. And I won't be stopping them. It is their right to live life as fully and passionately as possible.

My instinct is to clutch them to me, to protect them from the painful realities of this earth. Wesley, at only 4 years old, is already witnessing some strands of darkness leak into our brightly lit home. Nathan and I strive daily to fill our house with bright light; in the way that we live and in the way that we love. But our own imperfections, the sinful nature of this world, and the constant battle between dark and light that is thundering outside our little blue house, allows Wesley to see glimpses of darkness.

It's funny to see our own personalities in our children. Wesley is sensitive, like me. Oh, he's sensitive like Nate, but he's sensitive like me. He's intuitive. He's aware. He worries. He becomes so concerned about something that he makes himself sick over it. He has his momma's heart. Spencer is carefree and spontaneous and shoulder's no weight of other's burdens, unless someone is visibly upset, then he will try to comfort in his own non-verbal way. But it's a mere pat on the shoulder or back, a quick hug, then as if to remind us to do the same; he is off and running, chasing the butterflies and swinging high and fast.

When I discovered that the little wee one in my womb was boy number three, my thoughts flew straight to two women in my life that I have love and respected from afar. One being a Navy wife who is raising four beautiful sons, and the other a seminary wife raising three sons who just announced this morning that they are expecting little Frue number FOUR in the Spring! When my friend Julie shared that they were having boy number four last year, she mentioned how she could envision her sons as grown men, conversing with eachother, praying together, and encouraging eachother. That was such a beautiful picture in my head. And Tracy has three boys who are beautiful and her parenting methods have always encouraged me. Her and her husband are adventurers as well and take their boys where the Lord directs them. Both women have moved me and engaged my tired heart in conversations from afar and I'm grateful for their example. I'm grateful for their honesty. It's been no secret that I desire a daughter SOMEDAY. I don't ever want to be misunderstood: raising sons is my deep joy. I would never be ungrateful for the gifting of my sons, especially this one in the womb whom I am most anxious to see and hold and cuddle in four months. Our boys. I love living life and adventuring with them and seeing their father and me in them. It's such a beautiful, miraculous gift in a world where so many just ache for a child at all! My heart explodes with so much peace and joy at raising sons. Wesley wants a baby sister so badly, we talk about it often. I try to encourage him and communicate with him that right now God sees him as such a special big brother, that he gets to lead TWO other little guys right now. And maybe someday a sister will enter our doors. I want to give him a sister (I mentioned a few posts back that we have the name Lucy on our heart), but for the moment, I have three little boys to nurture and love and grow. AND I am grateful.

All of this mix-matched, unedited sharing comes from this place of peace in my heart. Where Nathan and I are at, where we are headed, the work that we do daily in raising children and loving each other, it's all hard and exhausting and beautiful and fun and scary and wonderfully wonderful.

I think about AP's song "Planting Trees" from his Counting Stars album. He wrote it for his wife, Jamie (another fantastic human being that I've had the pleasure of sitting and chatting with) and I think about the lyrics often, when I feel tired or discouraged.

She rises up as morning breaks  
She moves among these rooms alone  
Before we wake  
And her heart is so full; it overflows  
She waters us with love and the children grow
So many years from now  

Long after we are gone  
These trees will spread their branches out  
And bless the dawn 
These trees will spread their branches out  
And bless someone

A doodle, before I wrote this blog

Motherhood isn't an easy journey. There is deep, exhausting heart-ache. Not just from tragedy or physical pain, but from the witnessing of something so pure and beautiful as a newborn baby grow into a human being who will wrestle with the darkness and the light and eventually make their choices. What I can do is cultivate and water the beautiful humans that the Lord has entrusted to me.

Tracy shared several verses on her blog that have been resonating with me lately (oh how I miss you, Tracy Fru!)
 

Blessed is everyone who fears the LORD, who walks in his ways! You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands; you shall be blessed, and it shall be well with you. Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around your table…”  Psalm 128:1-4 
“Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants…”
Psalm 144:12 
“Trust in the LORD and do good; Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.” 
Psalm 37:3
What’s most encouraging to me in the days that I just want to go back to bed:
“Do not become weary in doing good for at the proper time you will reap a harvest of blessing if you do not give up.” 
Galatians 6:9 

And I'm reminded that we aren't really the growers here, but God who began a good work in us and who will see it to completion (Philippians 1:6). "So neither he who plants or he who waters is anything, but only God who makes things grow." 1 Corinthians 3:7

"I am the true vine and my Father is the gardener. . .If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing."
John 15:1,5
  

Anyways, this is where I am at this morning, grateful for the place I'm at, praying over what's to come, and thankful for the wisdom of the saints, near and far. 

xo, jade

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

[an unexpected journey]

 
“It was at this point that Bilbo stopped. 
Going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did. 
 The tremendous things that happened afterward 
were as nothing compared to it. 
He fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, 
before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.” 
--JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit



Who else plans on camping out with me to see this? 
....I AM bouncing in my seat EXCITED

I wonder how stupid Bilbo Payne sounds
....my son would probably hate me....
It's better than Frodo, right? 
Stryder, perhaps? 
Elessar is still on my list too.

Legolas...he'd get pantsed, I know it.

sigh.
xo, jnp

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Halfway There!

Me at 20 weeks at Half Price Books: After my 10 year high school reunion.
Well, I have officially passed the halfway point of this pregnancy. It seems like only yesterday I was gaping at the pregnancy test, marveling at the changes to come.

According to my doctor and our last appointment, I am actually a week or two behind. I'm measuring only 20 weeks THIS week. According to my DATES, I should be 22 weeks, yesterday. But according to my last ultrasound, I am just now hitting the 20, maaaaaybe 21 week mark. The baby is smaller at this point than either of the boys were. So maybe he will pack on the weight the last few months.

Either way, I am getting bigger and I can feel full blown kicks now. It's a wonderful feeling. I don't care if I'm 20 or 22 weeks, I know the baby will be here when it's time.

We also don't have a name for this little guy, which is quite odd, as we usually have our baby names nailed down by this point.  We had our GIRL name: Lucy (which I believe is still in the running for any future daughter), but our boy names have been a struggle. I was telling Wesley the story of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe the other day and halfway through he said "Oh! That's my baby sister's name!" I just reminded him that we are having a BOY and maybe someday God will give him a baby sister. But for now, we must keep praying for the right name to come along for his new little brother. He wasn't convinced. He will certainly see when March rolls around :) I so look forward to wildflower season! It's going to be crazy having another newborn around, but I am excited. I love the newborn months. They are so tiny, so dependent, and they smell so good. I love it.

As far as my pregnancy goes, I'm doing well. I've only gained 3 pounds, although I'm measuring nice a round. I am enjoying sweets a little too much. I really want PIE. So I guess this holiday season will bring lots of PIES with it. :) Cherry, pecan, apple....yummmmmm

I still am having a lot of back pain, which I had with Spencer, but not Wesley.

Aside from that, I'm still so very grateful for this baby. I love seeing my children love each other and the camaraderie that comes with having siblings. Wesley is an extremely loving big brother and is teaching Spencer how to be kind and caring (as he has been the less cuddly type until recently).

I'm grateful. I am.
xo, jade.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Two!

I love to celebrate my children. They are such a gift and so unique and so unbelievably fun in their own special ways. I don't ever want to take my child-rearing years for granted. I see how quickly time passes and I see how many women ache and yearn to be a mother and I don't ever want to wish these young, sometimes exhausting, days away. I love to fight for my little ones, taking each day at a time, loving and teaching and learning and growing and laughing and crying together. These little humans in my life are our greatest gifts and Nate and I are so grateful to be their parents. I know Nate's heart mirrors my own, even on the days where the babies get out of bed 10+ times a night :)

Yesterday we were able to celebrate Spencer's second birthday with a very small soiree of close friends and family. Nothing large or flashy. No agenda. Just something small. I would have invited the whole world (because I love to celebrate!!) but Spencer isn't really a big crowds kind of child. He's very mellow. I see him as a teenager inviting his one best buddy over for his birthday for Pizza and video games. He reminds me a lot of Nathan (and his uncle brandon actually) in that sense. Wesley is more like me-- "let's invite EVERYONE and their grandma too!" VERY different :) But it's wonderful all the same. (This just makes me giddy for baby three!!--Still no name yet...)


Ahh, it was a wonderful weekend. We had cake, we had stew, we had autumn weather! (which is what I associate with Spencer's birthday. His birth brought the first cool front of the year when he was born). It was an ideal weekend.

We DID get rear-ended today, but it wasn't bad with only minor scratches on the vehicle. We had the kids with us and I screamed. Not a happy moment for me, the Queen of Freak Out, but it wasn't bad. It could have been worse and I'm thankful it was not!

I love these little dudes.
I just love this picture because he is grinning at his car. He's a fan of Lightning McQueen and Mater (understatement!).
My folks stayed the night just so that the cute husband and I could get out and have a date. We had dinner with Jamie and BG and met up with some other friends for dessert. My brother made fun of me because I was ready for bed by 9:30. I like to sleep...what can I say.

We also went to Half Priced Books, which cracks me up, because every date we go on ends up there. Ahhh..books. Happiness.

And now for some weekend Instagram shots


Thankful. I truly am.


Happy Birthday dearest Spencer Lewis. Your mama loves you. xo. Thank you for filling me up with so much joy everyday! Watching you grow is one of my favorite things.

xo, jade...