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Last Weekend

November 1, 2012

Mama came for a visit.

She always has something exciting planned for the kiddos.

This week, she had found a Barbie futon at her local thrift store. She worked with the little girls to make a custom cover. She had Emma cut out the pattern and tie little bows. She was so patient as they worked along her side. I know they enjoyed every minute.

With Grandmommy keeping the little girls busy, Courtney and I were able to sew up four pair of p.j. bottoms for the boys.

Of course, the weather turned much cooler early this week. We were really excited to have those warm, new jammies!

It was a terrific Saturday.

Thank you, Mom, for blessing our family this last weekend!!


Home Sweet Home

October 26, 2012

A few fall pictures from our yard….


spinach seedlings

pure bliss 🙂

I love fall.

This is the season for pumpkins, hay rides, and potluck supper.

It’s the time of year when Paul and I first began a romance that has now spanned decades

It’s fall when I welcomed some of my sweet little ones.

It’s the smell. The beautiful leaves. The children running around in sweet sweaters and pink cheeks. Stunning sunsets….a reminder that a very creative God loved us so very much He painted to sky with colors no man could produce.

Cocoa and Candy Land

October 24, 2012

Also known as family game night….

(these pictures were taken this last Friday night)

I do know, I’ll hardly volunteer to sit between Jess and Jacob during my next game of UNO. They show no mercy!

Little Moments

October 24, 2012

It’s that little moment when a baby is about to fuss. His little bottom lip is pouty….

…but then his eyes meet mine. Realizing I am looking at him, he begins to smile.

It’s that little moment that makes my heart melt.

A Typical Day in a Not So Typical Home

October 22, 2012

It’s Monday.

I’ve thought all weekend about what my week should hold– the projects I would like to see done, letters that need to be written, life to be lived. 🙂

I do have a few things on my list, but, it’s nice for once to not have a schedule over-flowing with activities. It’s nice to have a moment to breathe….to settle into the rhythm of fall.

So, it’s Monday.

This is where we are at….

I got a haircut this weekend. Courtney has been using this tutorial to cut it into long layers. It’s been so easy to style and seems healthier. I love it! (By the way, please excuse my sickly looking ferns. I don’t they’ve yet recovered from me dividing them last spring. *sigh*)

I’m wearing my favorite shirt….my pink polka dots make me feel happy (and who doesn’t need that lift on a Monday morning?!).

Paul is working (I think….), at his desk this morning.

Josh is already at work, only a door down from Paul….

Courtney helped with lunch prep this morning (which is usually my job…thanks, Courtney!)…

The crew is deep into their studies, and reading assignments on this beautiful fall day…

I’m a blessed woman. The Lord willing, by the end of this day, like almost all others, I would have had breakfast, lunch and dinner at the table with my entire family. I would have heard them laughing and sharing stories, gotten countless kisses, and shared in a few new memories.

It’s not hard to count my blessings.

I hope you are always thankful for your life and the gifts God has given. What blessings are you counting today?

Someone Grabbed My Camera….

October 22, 2012

I’m not mentioning names, but when I was unloading photos, I did find this:

Remembering Summer

October 17, 2012

Sunday Morning

October 11, 2012

Paul has always said, “the person who wrote “Easy Like Sunday Morning”, did not have children to dress for church!”.

A week ago Sunday, we were having one of THOSE days. You know the one where you start with the best of intentions and everything seems to go backwards from the moment your eyes open.

To be honest, Saturday night, I wasn’t exactly sure if I would attempt church by myself. Paul was out of town and it would be he first Sunday to get up and have everyone dressed and out the door without his help.

I should have been more prepared. We should have gone ahead and sat out clothes, buckled the car seats, etc., but I was tired Saturday night and decided to just wait until Sunday to see how I was feeling (at this point, Jackson was still not sleeping more than 2 1/2-3 hours at one time).

So, Sunday morning arrived and I felt pretty good– even after having had very little sleep in the night.

I jumped into the shower and got dressed, even down to my makeup and hair and proceeded to start working on the baby.

At some point, I realized that pretty much all the littles were missing a shoe, or pants, or something. Trying to be positive, I thought, if one of the littles has to go to church without a shoe, it won’t be the end of the world.

(I REALLY love being at our church on Sunday. It’s just sad when we miss that fellowship during the week!)

It was about mid-morning when Paul called. He was several hours from home just checking in with me to see how our morning is going (sweet man!).

As I was speaking with him, I began to hear yelling and crying….I think pretty much most of my house was coming unglued.

I started to feel so warm (keep in mind, I’m a multi-tasker…I’m dressing Jackson, talking to Paul and trying to manage everyone dressing for church).

I looked down to realize Jackson had relieved himself all over my right side. It wasn’t a small “happening”, I actually had puddles on my shirt sleeve in the folds of fabric just above my elbow.


I know better than to leave a little boy uncovered for long. I know better.


You would think that would have been the end of the morning, but as I was explaining to Paul that I needed to go and was going to need to get a shower and dressed again, I heard a CRASH from our kitchen.

The top rack of our dishwasher actually fell off the tracks and crashed to the floor shattering a good many of the dishes that were glass, including my favorite mug.

Not just any mug.

This was the mug Paul had made and mailed to me when he was away for two months last summer and just happened to miss my birthday. (You know, the same day I sent my son on his first flight and the beginning of his new job and months in California??). It was one of the things that kept a smile on my face last summer...and believe me, that was hard to do.

In any case, at this point, Matthew was crying (he was the one unloading the dishes), and I was beginning to cry.

I told Paul what was going on, and hung up with him. I explained to Matthew this wasn’t his fault and that we needed to figure out what just happened with the dishes and the dishwasher.

I stopped to pray for peace in our home and made the decision that those dressed and ready could go on to church, and those of us who weren’t needed to stay.

Just like that, it was over and everyone was smiling again.

Half of my family enjoyed church. The other half worked to straighten up the mess of the morning, and enjoy our time at home.

I tried not to think of my mug too much. It made me sad.

About mid-week, this little package arrived:

and in it was this:

Paul, had re-ordered my mug. ❤

Paul Lambert, you remain one of the most thoughtful men I have ever met.

I love you more than you know, and I’m so glad to have my little mug back!

Jessa in a Box

October 10, 2012

Why, yes, that IS my almost 15 year old in a box.

She said she just wanted to see if she would actually fit.

Imagine that.

Jon, Emma, and the Culture of Littles

October 2, 2012

Jonathan got sick at church last Sunday.

I mean, REALLY sick.

I think it was a combination of he just got too hot, he had just consumed a large amount of water, and he was running around with all the other kiddos having fun.

As it would happen, this event occurred at just the spot where everyone gathers for fellowship and to eat each Sunday. I’m thankful for fast acting folks who cleaned everything while I cared for Jon and packed up my crew to take them home.

….a couple of days ago, this arrived:

It’s from an adorable, very endearing friend of Emma’s. She was concerned and wanted us to know.
I love little people. 🙂