Insects Beware

The fly killing fairy is on the loose!

I couldn't have put this outfit together if I tried. Notice the pink wraparound sunglasses, dance costume over the hot pink leggings and the cow slippers. She has her own sense of style!

5 Months Old (belated)!

Dearest Frazier,

The fact that our nursery workers fight over who gets to hold you is just one of the many testaments to how sweet, happy and overall, wonderful you are. You are an incredibly good baby! You smile at just about anyone (or anything - you love animals like your sister). You giggle when your sister dances, the dogs wrestle or when we tickle you. You are flexible and are often eating your feet. It pains Daddy to watch this because he can't imagine being that flexible! You are rolling all over the place and are showing signs of army crawling in your future. You sit up for a second, but you really still need support. You love your exersaucer, and we just pulled out a borrowed high chair so that you can join us at dinner like a gentleman instead of as the centerpiece in your Bumbo (which we put in the middle of the table). You are finally on a good schedule. Hallelujah! You are generally sleeping from 8pm to 6-7am, and then you eat 5 times during the day (still breast milk only) and take 3 good naps around 8:30, 12:30 and 4:30. You have discovered your thumb (since I took your paci away), and as long as you have that and your soft lovey you are good about settling down on your own. You are in 6-9 month cloths and your diapers are almost as big as your sister's. You are still a chunker, and I love it! I think you're showing signs of high energy like your daddy, so I can't wait to see what the next few months hold for us. You are such a special addition to our family, and we love you Bubba!

Momma and Daddy

Playing with your feet, like usual.

That big old smile that can turn anyone's day around.

Your sister giving you a headlock (it's all in love, I promise!).

Discovering yourself in the mirror.

Beach Bums

From a lovely beach house in Corolla, NC with the Lee's to the Rappahannock River with the Hickman families for Memorial Day, I love that we are getting to play in the sand and water before summer has officially begun! The beach has always been one of my favorite places on earth, and I hope our kids will feel the same as they grow up. So far, they are loving it! Here are a few too many pictures of our days of fun in the sun.

Playing at the beach with Daddy.

Me attempting to keep little man out of the sun and sand.

Digging in the sand with Brayden.

Football with Daddy.

A family shot! I'm such a blessed lady!
 

Me and my little man.

The Lee's - our fun beach companions!

My sweet girl at the pool.

Flexible Frazier who loves to eat his feet.

Me and my girl.

Lounging poolside.

Daddy and Frazier at the river.

Sherry Lee and Mary-Michael.

The big kid and the three little kids playing with squirt guns.

Micah and Frazier.

Happy Memorial Day! Thank you veterans for our freedom - we live a full life because of you!

Mothers

Mothers - each one of us has one, and for many, they play a crucial role in developing who we are, what we believe and what we value. I am thankful to have spent different parts of the weekend celebrating both my mother and step-mother - 2 wonderful ladies! We spent Friday evening at my Dad and Beth's relaxing and eating BBQ, and before the sun rose on Saturday morning, I was at my mom's to leave for our day of yard-sales, pedicures, breakfast and my annual car wash (yes, annual - my car is a sad sight, especially since we live in the country where bugs procreate every millisecond). Saturday evening we had a date night thanks to our awesome church that values strong marriages - they provide free childcare, and we get to go out. Anyone can use the service, too!

Sunday was pretty relaxed, and one of the few things I really wanted to do - get pictures with the kids since I'm always the one taking them - was only half successful, as you can see by the last picture. Mary-Michael was camera shy. My husband declared I would get a do-over on Mother's Day (date TBD) since he didn't really plan much, and I think he could tell I was disappointed. All I wanted was to not have to plan anything - particularly the meals for the day! So, it was sweet that he recognized it, and I'm looking forward to Mother's Day Do-over. 

In thinking about the awesome privilege of being a mother, I feel so blessed to live in a place where I can provide my children with a good home, clean water, good healthcare and some of the basic necessities we are so used to in America. These things we so often take for granted. On Sunday, I heard that Niger, where Geoff traveled to in February, is now considered the worst place to be a mother. Can you imagine? I can't. Only 2 out of 5 Nigerians reach adulthood. One of my worst fears is losing one of my precious children, and living in a country with a statistic like? Whew, I can't fathom it.

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Mary-Michael Lately

Can I just say that being a Momma to a 2 year old is so much fun?! OK, she certainly has her moments, but the majority of them are entertaining, sweet and just plain fun. Here are some highlights from recent weeks:

1. When someone else gets hurt or something gets broken, you apologize. So, today you told the broken shovel, "I'm sorry shovel" and when I recently ran into something, you kissed my injury and said "I'm sorry Momma." So sweet.

2. The same day you were caught painting Frazier's toenails, Daddy overheard you talking while he was on a phone call. He found you in our bedroom, on our kneeling bench, with your head bowed. You were repeating the names of all those you could remember - Carla, Sonar, Nonnie, Momma, the pigs, etc. You ARE paying attention! I hope that you become a prayer warrior, sweet girl.

3. Speaking of prayer, we cannot end your night prayers or meal prayers without praying for the pigs. It's going to be a sad day when you go outside and the pigs aren't there (because they're on your plate!).

4. You love to run and exclaim "I'm so fast!" You also often declare that you are so pretty and cute, which is certainly true, but we want to make sure you value the other great things about you, so your Daddy and I try and also remind you how smart and kind you are. (you still prefer to say that your so cute - oh well!)

5. You still love to be outside. Jumping on the trampoline and pushing your babies in the stroller are at the top of your list of favorite activities...along with going to see the pigs. Oh, those pigs.

6. You are getting really good at counting to 20 and reciting your ABCs. There's a few numbers and letters that you omit, but you are getting the hang of it.

7. When we sing Old McDonald Had a Farm, the only animal you want to sing about is a sheep. Maybe the pigs aren't that big of deal after all!

8. You insist on listening to Baby Jesus songs in the car, which are nice and sweet, but get a little boring. And in your mind their is no plain Jesus. It is always Baby Jesus. I think this must come from Christmas.

9. You really enjoy your dolls most days - you often set them up in the same way that Frazier is. So, if he's lying on a blanket, your dolly lies on a blanket; if he's being burped, you proceed to burp your baby; so on and so forth. It's quite cute. And most of your dolls are still called Baby Frazier even though I've tried to give them other names.

10. You can spot a playground from a mile away. And you know when we're getting close to the one we often go to before it's even in sight. Sadly, it's on a route we drive often, so you hear "not today, maybe tomorrow" quite often.

11. You have days when you're interested in the potty and days when you're not. I'm not pushing it, but I am always willing to let you try. Once it's warm and you can run with just a diaper or with nothing, we will give it a shot.

12. You are a very tender-hearted and affectionate little girl. You love to give kisses, say I love you's and give hugs. I love this about you.

M&M - it is so cool to watch you develop into your own sweet individual. We love you!

Beauty Shop

A quick moment away, and I find this. Mary-Michael with an open bottle of nail polish painting her brother's toes (i.e. feet). I'm sure this won't be the last girly moment he has because of her. Gotta love it!

Fears

Most of the time I try to keep our blog light, but today I felt the need to write what was really on my heart and in my head. When my kids look back on this, I hope this will speak to them and encourage them to really live because life is not a dress rehearsal. This is the only chance we have. Maybe it will speak to you, too.

If I’m being honest with myself I don’t want to be a disciple of Christ. Not if it means giving up everything. Giving up my dreams, my plans, and the things that I want. Not if it means living life like God wants me to live life. Sacrificially. With unconditional love toward my enemies. I don’t want that. It’s too hard. I don’t have what it takes. That’s what I tell myself anyway. If God tells me to tell a friend something she doesn’t want to hear out of love, will I do it? If God tells me to pray in the middle of the night, do I have what it takes? Do I have what it takes to live a life completely devoted to Him? Do I trust that His plans are the best plans even when they are hard and completely not what I want or what I had planned?

Can I live with myself if I choose my plans over His because my plans are easy and comfortable? Will I look back at the end of life and wonder “what if?” What if I had completely trusted God? What if I did live like He was everything? And I mean EVERYTHING. Would I regret it? Would I regret saying YES to crazy ideas and dreams? Would I regret trying? No, I don’t think so. I don’t think I’d be happy living a normal, nice life. It’s not a bad thing, but I don’t think God wants us to live normal, nice lives. I mean, God isn’t normal. And sometimes He isn’t nice. But he’s fair. He’s just. And He’s faithful.

I don’t want to look back and say “what if?” I want to look back and say “Wow, THAT was an awesome ride.” But I’m scared. No, I’m frightened to my core. God’s plans mean giving up everything for Him. Going where it’s not easy. Talking when it’s uncomfortable. Trusting when I’ve been disappointed. Loving when the world says to hate. Serving in impossible ways. Believing in miracles.

Today I asked for prayer at church. Not prayer for sickness or financial woes. Thank you Jesus that we don’t have needs there now. But I have another need. I have fear. Fear of what others think and how they perceive me, especially if I really live like I’m a disciple of Christ. God tells us not to have fear. He tells us not to worry. Fear and worry – how easily these two things become a part of our daily mindset. To a point where we think something is wrong if we’re not fretting about something. This is not of God. He wants us to live a life of freedom. I want freedom. I like freedom. I want to be free of fear. Free of worry. I guess if I’m a disciple of Christ, and trust in His plans, His dreams and who He is, I really have nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Because the Creator of the Universe is in control.

I guess when you put it that way, being a disciple of Christ doesn’t seem too bad…but no one said it would be easy. Lord, give me the courage.