Here’s a little painting I whipped up for our new black and white bedroom. As I mentioned in the last post, we are making a big jump from kelly green/butter/reds, to gray/black/white/yellow. The bedroom redo is inspired by a quilt my mother and father-in-law are generously making for me in these colors. The quilt should be done in a few weeks! I’m excited to see the room come together, as it is not only a color, but a spatial makeover. After shuffling the furniture about in the room, we’ve been able to carve out a his and her’s office space. I made my space a little more like a studio for crafting and sewing. It’s starting to feel like the respite our room will need to be once the baby arrives. Can’t wait to show you the details…
I have been so behind in sharing the tidbits…let’s catch up: Tidbit #1: Our friends delivered a precious baby boy 10 days ago. His name is Ashon Isaac. Isn’t he adorable…I’ll share pics of his new diaper bag (made by Auntie Ruth) in the near future. Tidbit #2: We found our turtle taking a walk on the sidewalk in the backyard after fearing that he was lost once more–and have not seen him again since! Tidbit #3: Nesting is full-swing again. Here’s an in-process photo of our bedroom, getting a makeover from greens and reds to grey/black/white/and a pop of yellow…the big reveal will come later. Tidbit #4: I’ve finally put up a vinyl decal I’ve had for six months, of Matthew 6:21, in our front dining room. They are not as “easy and simple to apply” as they claim. Nevertheless, I’m enjoying that this truth is the first thing […]
Where have I been this past week? Among other things, I’ve been meticulously tracking the grams of carbohydrates I eat per meal and testing my blood four times a day. If you’ve ever failed your glucose test for gestational diabetes, you know what I’m talking about. I was borderline gestational diabetic (carbohydrate intolerant) with Number 2, passed the one-hour test with Number 3, and failed the one-hour test a few weeks ago with, now, Number 4. Here’s my conclusion: Unless you are avidly health conscious or exercise-friendly, don’t spend the majority of your pregnancy in the desert during the summer. Summer in the desert represents countless feastings on watermelon, popsicles, slushies, ice cream, and other sweet treats. While I crave green chile stew in the winter month, summer is about pizza picnics and ice cream sandwiches. Summer here also makes it unreasonably uncomfortable to go for a walk anytime between […]
…or more accurately, according to Judah, “Po-bo” the “To-to.” Pebble is Judah’s new pet turtle. The first night in the garden, Pebble managed to bury himself, much to the boys’ distress, as their new friend could not be found. All three of them called out for Pebble like he was a lost pup, and seemed surpised that a young turtle would not crane his head to the sound of his master’s voice! For the boys’ sake, I prayed that Pebble might not be lost, roaming aimlessly down the neighborhood streets. I prayed he would not meet his demise with an SUV or a neighborhood canine. But alas, Pebble was uncovered this morning, and was met with much love, relief, and unwelcomed handling.
A dream realized. To envision, research, labor, revise, fundraise, pray, face trials, stay focused, commit, risk, and sacrifice for well over a year–and to see it all in the reflection of students, textbooks, lesson plans, math manipulatives, Latin chants, praying parents, lunchboxes, excellent faculty, and a very smooth first day of school–well, that is beyond dreaming, but the reality of the power of God. It’s difficult to capture in words or photographs the significance of this day for those who serve as founding board members at Oak Grove Classical Academy. I suppose I have a double blessing as I experience the joy of seeing the school come to fruition, and that of a parent who’s hope for the best in both homeschooling and private classical schooling is finally realized. All aspirations and excellence aside, the most telling moment, perhaps, was found in Caleb’s responses to his first day of 2nd […]
Just came home from Orientation for Oak Grove Classical Academy. It made me so proud and excited to see the months and months of labor, sacrifice, prayer, diligence, and planning culminate on a day when all the families that will be Oak Grove came together to begin the school year. I was able to sit back as a parent today, and truly absorb the privilege that it is to have an option for academic and spiritual excellence, while remaining the primary educator and discipler of my children. Our official first day of school will be Tuesday, August 12, but today was every bit as joyous of an occasion for us Board families that have worked so hard to see it come to be. I’m not sure I have mentioned it here, but after much prayer and consideration, Troy has taken on the role of Headmaster for the school this year. […]
Two-yr. old Judah is still obsessed with fuzz. Though he no longer consumes several handfuls of Fuzz debris a day, he is nonetheless inseperable from his beloved blankie. A fuzzy crotched blankie that accompanies a two-yr. old’s every journey through the day will inevitably house some pretty unpleasant bedfellows. This morning seemed the perfect time to give the ol’ Fuzz a good washing. Playtime and no naps to contend with was my thinking. I even asked him for the blanket, which he gave up willingly. It was off to play with Legos with his brothers. It didn’t take him but five minutes before he was downstairs, asking for Fuzz. I explained Fuzz’ whereabouts and assured him of how soft and warm the blankie would be in a little while. I offered the “back-up Fuzz” and tried to distract him with happy alternatives…to no avail. He was distressed. For the remainder […]
Today my husband and I celebrate 10 years of choosing to love, choosing to forgive, choosing to sacrifice, choosing to encourage, choosing to grow, and choosing to be one flesh. We are (children-less, minus the one in utero) back in Durango, Colorado, where we honeymooned 10 years ago. This time we are staying at the Apple Orchard Inn, a bed and breakfast of unique quality and ambiance. “The Liberty” is our personal cottage for the weekend. Some favorite highlights have been: reading on the front porch, shopping main street, an exquisite sushi dinner, a fireworks show, and sleeping with the windows open to the sound of a babbling brook outside our cottage. Just here to post some pictures–gotta go be with my sweetheart!
Friends from church came over for dinner last night. “Auntie Teryn” surprised the boys with a cupcake decorating project for dessert. (She had remembered Liam’s enthusiasm about cupcake decorating in one of his cookbooks.) You know your children are deprived of sweets when you oldest exclaims, while devouring copious quantities of frosting, cake and gummy sharks, “This is the best day of my life!” It was fun for the boys…and for mom, too!
Are you proactive or reactive? Do you find yourself maniacally downing the Emergen-C or Zycam after the first signs of sickness, rather than taking daily vitamins and supplements? Do you scrub at your face once a pimple emerges but choose not to systematically care for your skin on a regular basis? Do you begin a workout schedule after the holidays to shed unwanted pounds rather than control the amount of fare consumed during festivities? Do you frantically dig for Scriptures in times of crisis because you fail to commit them to memory during times of calm? If, like me, you answer with a resounding yes, you are reactive, not proactive. Though somewhat hyperbolic, these represent both the trivial and dire consequences of a reactive life course. While health, acne, and weight gain are worthy subjects to discipline and control in one’s life, it is ultimately the lack of proactivity in […]
My sweet and faithful college-friend of 13 years, Tara, is celebrating a birthday today. We are privileged to be back in the same city together, and to walk through new seasons of life in close proximity once again. I sewed a handbag for her in an array of her favorite colors. Pairing multi-patterned fabrics is tricky, and requires a discerning eye–one I’m training, but not quite adept at. This lady‘s got it down. This is the first bag I’ve sewn with wooden handles, and I like the way it turned out. I have yet to sew myself a bag, but when I get the chance, I may have to go with these handles. I also included a small makeup clutch inside for accessories and personal items. I conjured up my own design for the handbag, but the clutch was made from a pattern found in Bend-the-Rules Sewing: The Essential Guide […]