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37 Weeks


We did it!  We did it! We did family, presents, cake and everything else that is involved in a 2 year old birthday this weekend.  Our sweet boy Colby turned 2 Sunday and we were blessed to have family in to celebrate the special occasion.


At the close of our weekend I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Months ago when I found out we were pregnant one of my first thoughts was, “What would we do if we had two kids under two?!”

I secretly told myself if we could to get to Colby’s birthday still pregnant, it would be “smooth sailing” from then on.  I’m not so sure about the smooth sailing part, but I am glad we were all on our “A” games to help make Colby’s day special.

And now, I am ready.

I am ready to welcome our sweet girl into our home.

I am ready to see my feet.

I am ready to lie flat on my stomach.

I am ready to not grunt when I try to get up off the couch.

I am ready to stop playing through all the “what if” scenarios for labor and delivery.

I am ready to see a sweet little bow on top of my daughters head.

I am ready to sit on the couch over Christmas break as a family of four, as exhausted as we may be.

I am ready to see Colby hold his baby sister for the first time.

I am ready to stop imagining what our girl will look like and be able to see her face to face.

I am ready to take a picture in front of the Christmas tree and not hide the entire tree…

The countdown is on in our home and we are holding loosely to any plans for Christmas and the New Year.

What do you think, will she be here in 2015?!

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Five Minute Friday- TABLE


Five Minute Friday- Linking up with my sisters hosted by Kate Motaung.  A time to let go of edits and specifics and let the words flow.  Each Friday a new writing prompt is given and the timer is set.  Ready…


Tis’ the season of table sitting, neck hugging, and family visiting.

In the last 6 days, we have been blessed to sit at 3 different tables in 3 different states, with 3 different groups of friends and family.

Kentucky, to Mississippi, to Louisiana, we are covering our tracks and making the miles count.

At the close of this weekend, my “safe to travel” window will be closed and we will nestle into our ‘ol Kentucky home and wait for baby to arrive.  So, we are making the holidays count and squeezing in as much as we can.

Each stop, and each table we have gathered around have been unique.

Some of the table time has been full of laughs while other table time has been a struggle with cranky kids.  But each, a gift.

As I think of the blessing it is to gather around the table with friends and family my mind naturally leads to the Christmas season.  We come to the table expecting something.  Full bellies, conversation, community.  And we leave full.

This expectation is what I hope to remember in the days leading up to Christmas.

Let us come hungry, let us come desiring a relationship, let us come ready to be full…

O Come Let Us Adore HIM…

Set your table (prepare your heart), and let’s wait with great expectations.


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31 Weeks!


First, my sincere apologies for leaving an extremely large picture of bacon as my feature blog for more than a week.  When I logged in tonight to write this post I was shocked to see it had been over a week since I have posted…and then slightly grossed out to see that for the past week in my absence was a large platter of bacon.  Do you forgive me?

Second, we have officially hit the 31 week mark of pregnancy!  It’s safe to hit the panic button now.  I vividly remember this stage of pregnancy with Colby.

We had just finished celebrating baby showers in the U.S. with friends and family and had returned to Haiti to “wait” on his arrival.  The last few weeks FLEW by and before I knew it, I was holding him in my arms thinking, “What just happened, I thought I was prepared for this?”

Today, I realize I am not prepared.

There are “check-lists” to be completed, holidays to celebrate, and all those…”I’ll get to it later…” projects, well LATER is NOW.

Your “weeks to go” countdown is now in single digits…

This was one of the first lines in my pregnancy book tonight.  this is exciting and ridiculously crazy all in one.

Baby girl is opening and closing her eyes now.  She can see light changing around her.  This week Lolli came to visit us and brought curtains and bedding she made for our sweet girls room.


I picked out the fabric weeks ago and have been eager to see the completed product.  I have to say, I love love love them!  Thanks Lolli, you did an awesome job!

Now it’s on to the “little touches” in her room, Scripture art, initials over her bed, anything super cute and fun just because.  I look forward to showing y’all the final product soon.

Our “little girl” is not so little anymore.  She is up to about 3.5 lbs now.  And at risk of sounding like I am complaining, I can certainly feel every single pound of her (and maybe a few more.)  I have recently remembered a song I heard when I was younger that went something like this:

My back aches, my belts too tight, my booty shakes from left to right…

No doubt about it, that song was written for pregnant women.  It will be my song for a few more weeks.  And on that note:

Thank you my all too gracious husband for putting up with 10,000 extra pillows in our bed right now to get everything positioned just right.  Thank you for not complaining when I wake you every few hours for my middle of the night bathroom runs.  And thank you for putting up with all my grunting and changing of positions every 5 minutes on the couch when we try to watch t.v. at night.  You’re a gift…now how about a foot rub after I finish this post?

(Sorry, just wanted to try out my “pregnancy card.”  After all, it expires in a few weeks!)

Our sweet Colby has become quite the mommas boy even within the past few days.  While there are a lot of contributing factors (a whole post in and of itself, shew parenting is hard!) I think one of the main reasons is his awareness that a baby is coming into his world.

It will change our relationship.

As I watch him grow (and grow quick!) I want to savor these last weeks of just being the two of us at home during the day.  I want him to know that his momma is crazy about him!  I want him to know that even when baby sister comes, this doesn’t distance our relationship, instead it makes our hearts grow bigger as we add her into our days.

It’s crazy to think, Colby will probably never remember the days that it was just the two of us at home (okay, hormonal sob fest coming on…)  Although he may not be able to recall specific details, he will know these days were sweet, and then got sweeter as our family grew.

This morning our church had a baby dedication.  Each family was presented with a jar of rocks.  There were approx. 937 rocks in each jar.  This number represents the number of weeks from a childs birth until 18.  This is the short time that our children will be in our homes and under our direct influence.

Y’all, the days of parenting may be long (and by long I mean FOREVER at times).  But the weeks, months, years…are short.

Let’s make a choice to embrace each step of the way, achy backs, terrible twos, and everything in between.

Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.  Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of ones youth.  Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!

-Psalm 127:3-5a



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Five Minute Friday- BACON


Five Minute Friday- Linking up with my sisters hosted by Kate Motaung.  A time to let go of edits and specifics and let the words flow.  Each Friday a new writing prompt is given and the timer is set.  Ready…


America’s obsession with bacon has caused me to see, it is possible to have too much of a good thing.

Please do not put bacon on my pizza.  Please do not wrap bacon around my green beans.  Please do not take a big slab of meat (any meat) and wrap bacon around it.  Please do not add bacon to any sweet treat (cookies, ice cream, etc.)

Please do not describe to me a delicious meal and end your description with, “and then all you need is some bacon!” I do not believe bacon makes everything better…

And to you fast-food chains that use words like “Baconator,” please, no.  That one word brings a variety of feelings to my body…none of them being hunger.  You know who you are…

Our society has officially overdone it, too much bacon!

Please do not misunderstand.  I LIKE BACON.

To keep this from being a rant about how one should only eat bacon if it is accompanied by a scrambled egg or a pancake, maybe we take it a step further.

Are there other places in my life where I may be experiencing “too much of a good thing.”?

Parenting:  Am I showing too much patience when my son really needs some discipline.  Or the opposite too much discipline, when a little simple loving would go a long way.

Vacation:  Am I spending too much time dreaming of “having a break” instead of being all in the moment?

Media:  When it’s finally quiet in our home at the end of a long day, are we spending too much time plugged into t.v./social media that we miss the good in being still?

Everything in moderation.  But, please, no more Baconator.


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29 Weeks


Crazy dreams, achy back, constant bathroom trips, I’m pregnant!  I remember this stage well while carrying our sweet boy Colby.  The third trimester.  The point of pregnancy where people stop seeing your face first when you enter the room, but they see your belly.

The point in pregnancy where you sit on the couch and change positions every 2 or 3 minutes because nothing feels quite right.  The point of pregnancy where you receive big ‘ol kicks in your stomach and realize there really is a child inside of me, and they are ready to enter this world!  It’s exciting…

It’s uncomfortable.  It’s overwhelming.  It’s a gift.

This morning I picked up my sweet boy (who is becoming quite the comedian, more on that later) from the nursery and we met a sweet little three year old girl.

She ran straight to Colby and was ready for a hug and wanted to chat (typical girl).  Because our little mans speech is still quite limited, I instantly knelt down to help “translate” for this sweet moment.

In the course of their “conversation” this little girl shared with Colby her name, age, and introduced him to her baby brother.  The second Colby heard the word baby, he instantly pointed to my belly and said “Baby…”

“Ooo,” replied the little girl, “are you going to be a big brother?”

“Yea!” replied my excited little man.

As you can imagine, my heart turned to mush.

He’s getting it.  He’s seeing his momma change physically.  He’s hearing us talk about baby.  He knows something is coming…something wonderful.

It’s moments like these that let me know, we are ready.  The Lord has prepared our little family for this sweet gift.

Oh and it’s moments like these too:


As I was organizing some of baby girls clothes in her room yesterday, my boys came in to show me something special…

They wanted to have pregnant bellies too.

Your boys are already crazy about you little girl and they certainly have silly ways of showing it.  And your momma is loving carrying you close in this special time.  I pray we remain close all the days of your life.

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