Baby Maeve - Six Months Old

11:30 AM

I complained about my lass when she was 4 months old and how much she moved when I took photos.

I take it all back, she was perfect then.

She's still perfect now.

But she's crawling.

Just in time for Christmas.

And a Christmas Tree.

And Christmas presents.

And Christmas decorations.

She's good at timing these things.

What better way to keep your mom on her feet and help her burn those extra calories from all the christmas cookies she's eating than to start crawling!

It started out all cute and innocent, using her arms to drag her body while her legs lazily tagged along, dragging behind.

And then it advanced, the toes began to dig into the ground, trying to find a hold.

Next, the toes found solid ground and the legs began to push.

Even worse, she started to get on her hands and knees and rock!

This is all she achieved by Christmas morning, but it was enough to get her close to that tree. She never got an ornament, but she stole plenty of bows.

On Christmas eve (when we open our presents at home), I found six, SIX bows under the tree that had been ripped from their packages.

And one box with the corner gnawed off.

Look at her! Look at that face! She is so proud of herself.

Yes, Mom, I'm slowly destroying the bows and wrapping paper, but didn't I read somewhere that Christmas is more than packages tied up in string?

Well, you're right little lassy... but I like my packages to look pretty, next year.... oh next year.

Let's not talk about next year just yet.

Just stay a baby forever, okay?

- Amanda

[Less than two weeks later and she's full crawling, everywhere!]

Happy Halloween Back in 2015

11:00 AM

Shout out to being way behind in life!

Yes, it's January.

Yes, I'm just getting around to Halloween 2015's photos.

My life has been busy, please be forgiving.

Let me tell you about this Halloween. I was excited! I wasn't able to make my son's costume last year because pregnancy was kicking my booty. I was way too tired and sick to even deal with it.

This year though, this year I was on it. My son wanted to be a Mummy and I had dreams.

Dreams of grimy fingers, a dirty face, ugly teeth and tattered bandages.

If you're thinking you see Mario up above and NOT a mummy, then your eyes don't deceive you, there is no mummy.

He ended up talking his Grandparents into taking him to the costume shop to just look at stuff and came home with a Mario costume.

Because when he found out he could be MARIO, he had to be Mario.

He's on a Nintendo kick lately.

I think tall and skinny is probably more of a Luigi look, but we won't tell him.
That mustache didn't make it beyond this photo. He hated it and I wasn't going to make him wear it.

It's probably for the better than I didn't get to make him a mummy, it would have been dirty and he'd need to wash his hands.


And my little lass?

Well, Mom is on a cute kitty kick, so she's my Purrrrrfect Pretty Little Miss Kitty.

It's like Breakfast at Tiffany's crossed with a kitty. 

Umm yea, she's purrrrfect.

I'm melting all over again and it's been 3 months.

Check this out from the side...

There is probably more skirt than baby there.

BAM! Adorable poofy skirt.

I want to brag and tell you all about how I'm so amazing because I didn't make a tutu like everyone else, I made the world's cutest midi skirt instead.

I want to.

But the truth is, I'm such an amateur.

I tried to get tulle the night before and the fabric store was sold out.

Such an amateur.

But this skirt turned out amazing!

Next time, I'll probably skip the tulle and get whatever this was again.


And I'm distracted by cuteness again.

She aced this photo shoot, I remember it clearly.

She was so excited about how excited her mom was over her little costume.

I slaved over that tail before taking the kids to an event at our church. All that work so she could stay cozy in the stroller and never show it off. I'm pointing it out because I want all of YOU to see it. Someone notice the tail!
And cuteness overload.

She did get to trick or treat one house.

One of my husband's co-workers lives a few streets over, super sweet lady. She insisted Maeve get candy too, so she got a tiny musketeer bar before retiring back home to hand out candy with Mema and Pipa.

And if you were wondering, we took the boy out for a fun evening, walked our feet off and misread a sign warning us that the neighbors had a zombie infestation.

My bad.

Don't worry, I was more terrified than my kid.

- Amanda

Baby Maeve - Four Months

11:00 AM

There is it.

The lone and adorable photo of my baby girl at 4 months of age.

Let me tell you about this girl.

She doesn't hold still.

The photos were full of blurs.

The baby dove to the right!

She's flailing her legs!

Her arms won't stop blurring!

She peed!

If there is one good photo, we will just call this a wrap!

And there you have it, one good photo.

One good photo of baby chunk.

One good photo of a well fed belly that deserves every raspberry it gets.

One good photo of those perfect pouty lips.

One good photo of those squishy cheeks.

One good photo of those blue (maybe) eyes that I love to stare into.

It's all I wanted.

It's all I got.

One good photo.

- Amanda

Baby Maeve - Two Months Old

11:30 AM

Oh lordy, it hurts.

I'm so far behind on sharing photos and talking about the kids. Now I get to relive months gone by, the time past.

Here she is. My little Maevy Wavy. Only 2 months old.

She couldn't move around, it was so wonderful! <insert crying laughing emoji here>

And the cheeks, oh the little squishy cheeks!

Wait, look at the next one...

Oh my gosh! The squishy cheeks! And she hadn't even crested 15lbs yet, what a wonder.

And those bright eyes, goodness, I love those bright eyes.

Ohhhh and now she's looking out the window, most likely at the robin family that angrily attacks the window since we had to cut down the crepe myrtle they loved.

She just looks so thoughtful, so curious about her world.

Maybe that's why she's such a go-getter, nothing stops this girl. She sees it, she wants to learn about, she'll get herself to it or get her hands on it.

Oh squishy.

Momma so misses this age already.

You're growing too fast.

- Amanda

2016 Focus: A Little Gratitude

11:00 AM
I'm starting 2016 off in a different way, sorry not going the way of resolutions and weight loss. (Not ignoring that weight loss has been a consistent theme, it's just not my focus for the new year, it's been going on and the holidays ruined it!)

Instead I wanted to spend the first part of the new year changing my daily focus and my spiritual focus. I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go with this, I started searching and browsing for something to inspire me.

I found it over at She Reads Truth, the moment I saw their study on Gratitude, I felt it in my heart, this was it.

What better way to start the year, instead of focusing on changing things or what I want out of the year, show thankfulness from everything that's already in place.

I'm not bashing anyone's goals and resolutions, everyone has their own way, their own needs. This is what I needed.

All the rush of the holidays with several birthdays in the mix, it's easy for me to lose sight of everything. My mind is running a constant race trying to keep up with who invited us to what, what we are doing, when the man is unavailable due to hunting, does the baby have a new tooth!? [She got three teeth for Christmas, my goodness!]

So now, with everything but my own birthday said and done, I can finally breathe, take time for peace and schedule myself to do almost nothing.

Shout out to pajama days!

I haven't been the best about devotions my entire life, I remember quiet times always being stressed at church. And I'd start off well, hang in for a few weeks until life started to intervene. I'd miss a day, then two days, then three and before I knew it, I hadn't touched a thing in months.

Maybe it's because I'm stubborn, maybe I have a medical issue that causes my skull to be thick. It's just a little thick.

I honestly think I didn't like someone else telling me how I had to live my life, how I had to live my faith.

But this time just feels completely different for me. I'm drawn in, I want to study, I'm eager for the next day. This is something I wanted to do.

Plus I totally scored on journalling supplies in the target $1 area and that's fueling my fire to read and write! It might be materialistic but it works for me!

I woke up today, day 2 of my study, ready to read. Wondering when the baby might take a nap so I could jump in. I read everything and excitedly opened my book to write my feelings and my thoughts.

It feels amazing to be excited! And I know why.

I think, for the first time in my life, I'm starting a study because I want to.

It's not because someone told me to.

It's not because life has thrown me one more catastrophe and I'm desperately searching God's word for answers.

I just wanted to have a study time, just for myself.

And for that.... I'm thankful.

I'm a Stay-At-Home-Mom with a 7 month old baby fireball and I'm homeschooling my 6 year old.

I seriously don't get much free time. Ever.

The legends of never peeing without an audience are true and frightening. [5 minutes guys, that's all mom asks!]

My study from the other day. Headphones on, one of my favorite worship albums playing and actually wrote two paragraphs before the baby suddenly woke a mere 40 minutes into her nap. That coffee is probably cold too.

But my study time, it is mine, even when chaos continues to ensue around me and it does. It always will.

And you know what, I am so thankful for that chaos.


In my home.

Chaos in my home causing messes behind me as I clean, clinging to me at every turn and begging me to give it my undivided attention.

Chaos just wanting to sit in my lap and bounce or wanting to snuggle in a homemade sheet tent.

I love chaos.

Two days in and I am really starting to look at things in a new light.

Six months ago, I was sitting in my home, most likely in tears with a tight feeling in my chest. Life was giving me the sourest lemons it could dish up, they were still green and under developed. Life was just being nasty.

My husband's job was in question. My home was in question. I had a colicky infant that couldn't sleep, so neither was I. There were money woes. There were none of my clothes fit because I just had a baby woes. And there was that unspoken tension of it all, weighing on my normally happy marriage but we're both so tired and exhausted from worrying about and fighting against all the bad, that we were just existing around each other. Plus, throw in some postpartum depression and you've got yourself a nice witches brew for unhappiness.

And to sit here today, feeling the warmth of happiness inside is really invigorating.

Not everything is fixed. The baby sleeps better, the clothes almost fit, the job is safe, the home is safe and there is much more snuggling at night. Sometimes I still feel a tinge of sadness or longing for I don't even know what. Occasionally my husband gets off work early and I feel the worry, the panic arise because I fear the job is gone, which leads to worrying about the house again.

It's a daily fight.

But instead, I'm digging into the Lord everyday. I'm finding my happiness in Him. I'm searching my heart, His heart, to find myself.

Instead of being in the constant mode of worrying if there is enough, if it will stretch, if we can make it, I turn it around. I see what we have, where we have come from, what we have gained. No matter what happens tomorrow, I'm so glad to see the journey we have made so far.

What we did as two.

What we did as three.

What we dream to do as four.

As I pull in closer to God, I feel like my dreams are closer than ever. I feel hopeful, as if around the corner is a solution to all of our troubles.

Like life is about to make a big change.

What better time to focus on gratitude?

- Amanda
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