Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Tight Wire

How do you teach your children to give grace to others even if you might not approve of it? We are dealing with a difficult child in Ben’s class, let’s call him Bob. Due to the blog being private, I feel the freedom to discuss this! Well Bob is the worst kid in class. Honestly. No joke. I’ve met the parents too, and know that he isn’t a necessarily a bad kid, but is being raised in a VERY different manner. Think of telling his mom to “shut-up”, lots of constant drama, name calling and unkind words being spread all around.

In addition, Bob has no friends. Every day when Ben gets out of the car I tell him, “Be Brave. Be Kind. You can do hard things baby.” We talk about loving on others, seeking out people who need his love in the day. Ben tries to look for ways to help others. He tries to love on everyone. You know what’s coming, Bob considers Ben “one of his bros”. And to top it off, Bob is teaching Ben things we don't approve of. Yesterday Ben came home so down that I was worried. Turn's out Ben got blamed for Bob's bad behavior.

Here’s the question….how do you teach compassion and grace, but with reservations? My logical side would say leave Bob alone. You don’t need to be associated with him. We don’t want Bob to rub off on you. And we definitely don’t want to be guilty by association. Be nice, but not too nice.

The heart side of me says, go for it Benno! Love with all your might baby! Be Bob’s friend, but don’t lose yourself. Give Bob mercy. Befriend him and love him. Show Bob the light of Jesus!

Neither is right or wrong. In the book of Matthew, one main theme is that whoever is first on earth will be last in heaven, and that children have their very own angels and belong to Kingdom of Heaven. Thus, based on biblical teachings, I would tell Benno to love away. Get after it. But, the catch in my mom brain, once again comes down to releasing control, do I trust? I find myself high on a trapeze wire most of the time….balancing this world and the Godly kingdom. I want to protect my children, keep them safe, unharmed, away from danger and bad people, but that isn’t what the bible tells me to do. The bible calls me to trust God first.

There will be no mercy for those who have not shown mercy to others. But if you have been merciful, God will be merciful when he judges you. James 2:13

So, I will continue on the tight wire, trying to walk my way through this world until I get to the other side of heaven.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Guest Post: Grace by Katie

Hello Annie's blog world! I'm so honored to get to post on one of my most favorite peep's internet home. A little background info on me and Annie....she and I go waaaaay back to meeting at the ripe ole age of 20 or so. Our now hubbies grew up together and lived together in college, so when we both became smitten with our boys and started dating them and hanging out at their college abode (which was dis-gust-ing may I add....think smelly smells mixed with large bugs mixed with "men" who loved Playstation way more than cleaning) Annie and I were introduced. It is a friendship that has grown slowly, steadily and beautifully over the years.

But there's one thing you should probably know about me and my Annie Bananie. On the outside....we are extremely different. Think night and day. A few examples:

I love sports. Annie loves art.

The best way for me to decompress is to run. Like Forrest Gump....just start running and stop once the yuck of the day is out. I'm pretty sure heaven is going to have continuous games of kickball and ultimate frisbee. Annie affectionately calls me Sporty Spice. I call her Artsy Spice. She has these wicked cool genes that naturally know how to design and create and can put things together in a house that look ah-ma-zing. It baffles me. When we were in college, she use to paint these pictures and sell them in coffee shops or random "fun" stores. I don't think I even knew where to buy paint nor did I know that coffee shops existed until she told me about these places. She helps me decorate my house. It's like one of the best gifts ever when I watch her work because in my head all I think is "-----------." Nothing. I don't get it. She's banned me from buying any more picture frames. My idea of decorating is to slap up a picture of my children laughing or a quote on the wall. She cut me off from any frame aisles. What else is there?? I don't even know.

I could go on and on, but I'll just list a few other tidbits about me and my girl. I love anything sweet. She loves anything salty. I have three girls. She has two boys. It takes a lot to make me cry. Not so much for my lady. One time she saw my closet...and made me go shopping after she lifted her jaw off the ground due to the lack of clothing. I now send her pictures from changing rooms because my head cannot tell the difference between an "old lady" outfit versus "it's actually in style." She takes pictures of outfits in stores and sends them to me. Love her. She can sense things. I am a think think thinker. She sends me pictures of artsy things to buy my oldest daughter, who also has this creative gene.

We may be different, but we are stinking crazy similar in a few ways. We both LOVE Jesus. We both are in the process of learning more and more and more about His unconditional love and grace for us and we've walked it together. We both LOVE our families. Marriage, our husbands, our kids….love, love, and love even though it can be tough, tough, and tough. We both LOVE each other. We know each other is not perfect. We don't expect it. We try to offer communication and grace first to each other and give each other the benefit of the doubt. We have each other's back. I have one particular time in mind when I was struggling with life. I have a "little" pride issue and do not like to ask for help. She sensed it and just showed up in my life for a few days. Just....showed....up. We want the best for each other in our own lives and when we are together we laugh. A LOT. She's good for my soul.

I promise this isn't a post only about me and Annie. It's a post about one of our favorite things.....grace. Ahhhhh.....grace.

My man and I have been blessed with three daughters. They are all so very different from each other. When I was pregnant with my third (she's now 5. is my baby 5? This is baffling.), we considered the name Grace. My husband ultimately nixed it as a first, so we shifted it to the middle. I loved the way it sounded. I loved the meaning behind it. Funny thing is.....I had no idea how much I would use her name on a daily basis in my head.

Grace--kindness from God we don't deserve. Unmerited favor. We haven't done anything to earn it. It is a gift.

Sounds so easy, right? Who doesn't love a gift??? Who doesn't love a FREE gift?? And one we have to do NOTHING to earn it, just accept it.

Then WHY is it a term that I struggle with so very much in my own life?

I didn't realize I struggled with it until the last two years or so. Decisions have been made in my life. I've suffered from regret (such an ugly word). I've even experienced regret's best friend....shame. It's heavy. It's debilitating. It's overwhelming. It's awful. Have any of you felt this yuckiness? In fact, I've typed the word "yuckiness" four times and my computer tries to turn it into "luckiness." Oh no Mr. Computer....there is nothing lucky about regret and shame.

I've known about the word "grace" for a long time. To me, it's positive and light-hearted and puppies and kisses, etc. Until....I needed to apply it to myself. It's something I have no problem extending to others. You messed up? No biggie. GOD FORGIVES YOU. GOD LOVES YOU. You messed up AGAIN? Noooo problem again! Let me tell you about grace. You should receive it. It's the gift our Father gives over and over again.

But when it comes to me? When it comes to telling myself that it's ok that I mess up too and that God loves me unconditionally just isn't as easy to accept. I tend to be the champion boxer....IN MY HEAD. I can beat myself up like no other. I'm a work in progress. Anyone else out there feel this way ever? Why can I extend it to anyone else, yet it's so hard to apply to myself?

Last Sunday in church, our pastor preached about Luke 7: 36-50. If you haven't read it, I ENCOURAGE you to do so. If you have, read it AGAIN. It is GOOD NEWS. It's about screwed up people. In fact, one of the main characters is a woman who has a really dark past....most likely prostitution. I kind of love that her dark past isn't specifically revealed though. It keeps us from thinking that a dark past has to be one could be anything. She had been introduced to the twins, Regret and Shame, in her life too. Yet, instead of keeping her pain in, she ran to Jesus. She cried to Him. She spilled her tears onto Him. You know what he told her in the last verse? "Your faith has saved you; go in peace." the Old Testament it means "completeness", "soundness", "well-being."

To be restored and to be complete again. To kick off the weights on our shoulders. To be WELL. Jesus paid it all. He WANTS us to have faith in Him so that we may experience peace.

I am praying that I can accept God's grace in my life. And I'm going to pray that if you suffer from that yucky burden like I do at times, that you, too, will have faith in Jesus, so you can experience peace too.

And, I'm praying that you have an Annie in your life. This world is too tough to make it on our own. We need friends to remind us about grace when we cannot accept it ourselves. A....even though I'm never going to spray paint stuff gold like you do and make it look awesome in my house, thank you for showing me grace when I fall short. Love you and your blog girlie.

Monday, May 5, 2014


Something occurred this weekend that got all my feathers ruffled. To boot that, I have been bombarded with confrontation over and over again in the last month. Don’t you just hate it when God consistently puts things in your path to grow?? I want to shout to the heavens….”Just tell me already what you want from me! What do you want me to learn? Can we just get it over with! Why-oh-why do I have to work so stinking hard for it? Can anything be easy?”

Here’s the question I pose to you. When do you confront someone and when to let it go? How do you lovingly approach confrontation? When is it appropriate to give grace and roll with it, and when do you rise to the conflict and face it head on?

In all my brewing around, I wanted to know how did Jesus tend to these issues?

Isn’t it funny how God is in the little, bitty, details? I just finished this chapter in bible study- “If your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault, between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have gained your brother. But if he does not listen, take one or two others along with you, that every charge may be established by the evidence of two or three witnesses. If he refuses to listen to them, tell it to the church. And if he refuses to listen even to the church, let him be to you as a Gentile and a tax collector.” Matthew 18: 15-17

I loved that Jesus says, 1) Go address it, one on one. If it doesn’t work then 2) take someone with you. If that doesn’t work, then 3) take it to the church. Lastly, in the last part of the scripture, “let him be as a Gentile or tax collector”-Jesus LOVED Gentiles and tax collectors and gave them much grace.

In each situation, I try to do a gut check. Feel where the Holy Spirit is. Check myself. Am I completely in the wrong? If so, apologize and make it right. Am I in the right and the other person wrong? If so, then how should I proceed? Sometimes a confrontation is necessary, and other times not.

I’ve gathered this-there is no black and white answer. The Spirit is the only think I can rely on. I cannot rely on my emotions…for they will deceive me. I cannot rely on other’s opinions….for they will deceive me as well.

As I left Old Navy the other night, I saw a woman with four or five children. She grabbed her 18 month (or so) little girl and yanked her outside. She proceeded to spew profanity at her. Including beating the s*** out of her if she didn’t f***ing stop G** da** it. The little girl had taken her shoes off in the store.

I quickly walked to my car. And cried. Sobbed actually. I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I prayed. This mom was of another ethnicity than myself, which I always worry that someone will look at me outsides (and not my heart) and judge that I am only a white, rich, woman. I sat and prayed. I got in my car to drive home, and made an immediate U turn. The holy spirit told me to go back and look for her. I was terrified. I thought…I’m going to end up on the news getting beaten up. Yet, I couldn’t find her.

I think the God wanted to see if I would move. I might argue with Him, but yes, I will move. There are no boundaries to how the Spirit can use you. You are a vessel at all times. In that moment, at first I sobbed over the child. I prayed that Jesus send His angels to her for protection. And then, my perspective shifted. I realized, I should be praying for the mom’s soul. How broken she must be. How tired and worn. How she needs grace so badly. I do not need to judge her. God reminded me that “indeed we all make mistakes. For if we could control our tongues, we would be perfect and could also control ourselves in every other way.” James 3:2 I’m figuring out confrontation, one day at a time, one interaction at a time. Wish me luck. I will need it.

Taking Inventory

Making: lots of legos. I’ve been announced the queen.
Cooking: cleaner and cleaner
Drinking: too much coffee and green smoothies
Reading: Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist
Wanting: a hammock and new Birkenstocks for the summer
Looking: at paint colors for a new home
Playing: Battleship and memory
Wasting: time watching breaking bad or on pinterest
Wishing: I could stop time with my dudes
Enjoying: gin and tonics in the late evenings
Waiting: to close on a home and get this party started!
Liking: that summer is almost here. No more school!
Wondering: if I will be able to get a sold out ticket to next years Hope Spoken conference.
Loving: all things gold
Hoping: that my large fever blister will go away shortly.
Marveling: in the fact of how blessed I am
Needing: to figure out the next few months out in my family’s schedule
Smelling: my coffee with amaretto creamer
Wearing: White pants and a grey tee
Following: lots of new people on instagram and getting motivated
Noticing: Spring is everywhere, and summer is on the cusp.
Knowing: That God is so very good to me
Thinking: I should probably exercise more and join a gym.
Feeling: Good today. Like I can conquer the world!
Bookmarking: kitchen redo ideas
Opening: Lots of amazon packages-mama got paid and books are arriving!
Giggling: At Mr. Underpants Man in our house.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

More Issue Than Vogue

I am a people pleaser by nature. I have to fight it though, every single day.

Today, a fellow teacher came into my room and asked me a question. I just wasn’t understanding and am not sure if I agreed. As I was trying to understand, he kind of stormed out of my room quite frustrated with me. Of course, I can feel this ugly black beast of a thing start to well up inside….it says, “He is unpleased with you. He’s mad at you. He thinks you stink. Blah, blah, blah.”

I walked back to his room to smooth things over, and said, “I’m sorry if I misunderstood” and he immediately cut me off and said just drop it. Now I KNOW he’s pissed. Awesome. Happy Wednesday to me.

This is obviously not the first or last time I will make someone angry. If you are my friend, I warn you of this fact all the time. I will mess up….just wait for it. It will happen. Hopefully you will have grace for me, otherwise we won’t be friends very long.

This is also not the first time that a coworker has gotten mad at me for no real reason. It is not my issue. It is not my battle to fight. In that moment though, I have to fight every “human” cell in my being to make things better with this angry individual. But, God whispered, “Please me. Only me. It’s not about you Annie.”

I have plenty of issues, but other peoples issues are not mine to carry. As my sweet friend says, “They aren’t in my knapsack.” I don’t have to carry that for you. Mine is heavy enough!

Obviously, I'm not trying to win the approval of people, but of God. If pleasing people were my goal, I would not be Christ's servant. Galatians 1:10

Happy Wednesday my dear readers. Thanks for stinking with me. Hugs, a

Monday, April 14, 2014

Thank you

Thank you.

Thank you for showing up today. I am humbled that the Holy Spirit regularly shows up for me through the writing process and that you chose to read it. Holy smokes. Thank you for taking the extra step to read it. I truly appreciate it. Thank you for reading the ramblings my brain and how God is working on me. When I started this space, it was to promote and sell my jewelry. It has obviously morphed into an entirely different animal. I’m about to close out all stores, etsy, and have a final liquidation sale. In my efforts towards “Less Hustle, More Love” jewelry just doesn’t fit in that equation for me.

An elder at our church that I immensely respect asked me this yesterday “Does your blog minister to your ministry?” That really got my little wheels a turning.

What is my ministry? Ah crap.

My broken down students was my first thought. How am I serving them in this space? I’m not.

But as I spoke with my sweet mum and friend, they informed me that numerous non-believers, people of various religions and walks read this. Ya’ll that’s straight up nuts to me. Thank you. Thank you for being open to what God has planned for you. Thank you for letting me be some sort of vessel for you.

I want to yell it from the top of the highest building how much God loves every.single.person. And, that’s what this space is for me. To reach someone in the privacy of their computer, or home and tell them how loved they are and that you aren’t alone. Ever. God can handle all of it. You are never too much. You are never to ugly inside. He can carry it. All that crap you did…you know the stuff….the stuff you never told anyone…your super ugly stuff-guess what?? God loves you anyway. That’s straight up rad guys.

I used to fear that I was too much. Too much emotion. Too much rawness. Too much crazy. God loves it and uses it. All of it. He uses my dirty mouth. He uses my past mistakes. He uses all my messiness for HIS Kingdom. That’s legit and you can bank on it.

So, thank you for sticking with me. Thanks for joining me in my weirdness. I love you for it.

P.S. I didn’t know until this morning, but that’s how God works, but I’m open to sharing this space with you dear readers. Do you want to write and share? Feel free to message me and we can chat. Hugs, a

Friday, April 11, 2014

Photodump Friday

This week was full. Full of soccer practices, tutoring, puddle jumping, bike riding, and just generally drinking life in. Our Benno was nominated as the student to receive the "Pillar of Caring." Oh how my heart is proud of this man! I might be totally biased, but he is one loving, caring little seven year old.

I'm actively trying hard to have "Less Hustle, More Love." Even though we have something after school most days....instead of running around like a chicken, I'm letting more stuff go. Laundry is more piled up, and fewer awesome meals were cooked. I'm okay with that. We aren't going hungry and still have clean underwear.

Have a beautiful weekend...we are headed to a huge neighborhood garage sale. Movie night is on in a few hours! Adult beverages here I come!

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


Mawwage…aka marriage from Princess Bride When I got married, I thought it was all roses. I pictured us running to each other in a field of lovely green grass. No, not really, but kind of. I figured it would be easy and simple because we love each other so much. Mr. N and I have been together for fifteen years now, and married for almost 11. When I type that out, it seems like chunk of time….but he surprises me daily. Our marriage is by no means perfect, so please know that I don’t write this to portray that. I just want to be genuine and real.

We just got back from our yearly marriage retreat. One of the topics was, “remember why you fell in love with your spouse”. As I brewed on the reasons I love Mr. N, I was reminded how much that sweet man loves me. He is my rock. But, if you know us, you would know that we are VERY different.

I’m wordy, a bit loud at times, love to dance, drink coffee, fly by the seat of my pants, partake in cocktails, have a horrible memory, don’t think before I speak, am a bad driver (or so I’ve been told), and am an emotional open book. Mr. N is none of those things. He is diligent, deliberant, and exact, can remember things I said 15 years ago, can back up a trailer in the dark, doesn’t drink anything that I do, is private and generally is very thorough and disciplined.

But, in spite of all that….he’s it for me. He’s my safe harbor. He puts up with all my craziness and loves me unconditionally. He calls me out on my illogical behavior, then takes off my shoes, and tucks me into bed for a nap.

I had some alone time and really thought about what I would tell my newlywed self. I would tell her, that marriage will look very different you think. That a good marriage is work sometimes. That love is not enough for marriage. You will have to fight for it. There are highs and lows….and appreciate the highs, but know that the lows will eventually come as well. In the lows, just have the faith that it will pass as well. You will have to actively choose your spouse, over and over again. Your hubbie is unlike any other. Therefore, you shouldn’t compare him to others. He is unique in his gifts and short comings. Change your thoughts, meaning don’t obsess over what he isn’t doing, rather what he IS. Ask for help if you need it, he can’t read our thoughts or deep sighs.

Every day you have to choose to connect with him. If you don’t, you will inevitably feel disconnected. You will never drift together, only apart, so you have to fight to connect. You cannot change the man you married. Don’t even try. It will go really poorly….listen to me! You can only change your reaction to him. The “D” word is off the table. Don’t mention divorce or leaving to hurt the other. It’s just mean.

Have fun together as often as you can. You will in those moments remember your old self. Especially once kids are thrown into the mix. I tell you all these things in hopes that it can possibly help someone out there in the interweb. I still have buckoos to learn, but I’ve learned a couple of things the hard way. If you can learn from me, and not have to suffer in the muck, so be it!

P.S: Mr. N, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Thanks for putting up with my shenanigans and taking your hat off in that library….xoxox your wifey

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Carrying the Weight

This morning, I went in to wake up my babes to get ready for the day. Ben was upside down on his bed and laying next to Minnie Pearl. He said his "legs hurt". He asked if I could carry him to the sofa so he could watch his morning toon with his bro. Benno is tall and long, and getting heavier by the moment.

When I lifted him up off the bed, I carried him, as I have from his birth...chest to chest.

But now, his legs are long and can wrap around me. The weight of his body is much harder for me to carry. I sit here and cry processing this. How did this happen?? No one warned me of this heart wrecking, gut wrenching love that would abound from me and the grief of my children growing. Even if they could, you can't begin to wrap your brain around it until the moment presents itself. I fear that day, moment, realization when I can no longer carry him. It is close. Too close for comfort.

Then Jesus said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

Of course this scripture pops in my head. I will never be too much for God to carry. I am merely human and cannot do it alone. At Hope Spoken this weekend I had a small freak out moment on Mr. N. {He might disagree about the degree of my freak out.} Mr. N had my boys for the whole weekend. I would have never, ever thought that I had any "control" issues, but God most definitely convicted me of this at Hope Spoken. God went ahead and brought it out in the broad daylight and put me on blast. I couldn't get ahold of Mr. N for three hours straight and I was fit to be tied. Every horrible thought boiled up in me. I didn't know where they were, if they were okay, were they dead? did they need me? why aren't you answering your phone? are you at the hospital? did something happen? on, and on, and on....

I try to pray daily to release my children into God's hands. Sometimes I'm better at it than other days though. Let's be real. If I'm not positive that God is in control of my children, then I will be ruled only by fear. To surrender my hold is hard. Moving forward, I will try my hardest to trust God to take better care of my little ones than I can. My way is flawed, but God's is not. God's way is abundantly more. That is something to take to my knees over. Fo sho.

Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely MORE than we might ask or think. Ephesians 3:20

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Hustle and Hope

{Please excuse my grainy pictures...I didn't bring my Canon, and boy-o-boy do I wish I would have! Everything was beautiful!}

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you,
O Lord, my rock and my redeemer
Psalm 20

This weekend at Hope Spoken was awesome to say the least. I'm still processing through much of it. My heart is wrecked in the best way. I was wondering how long it would take for God to show up...and it didn't take long. Within the first ten minutes of worship-the Spirit was swelling. I found myself singing and weeping. All I could think was that I was washing myself clean. That all my crappy, ugly parts were leaving this broken body, and the spirit was refilling me. And this was only the beginning.

The decorations were gorgeous and creative. Every single detail was thought out and beautiful. The food was delish and I put on four pounds. No joke. I've never had a cake pop that amazing. The speakers were all different and profound.

Shauna Niequist was the first speaker and author of Cold Tangerines, Bittersweet, and Bread and Wine. Her writing is spiritually and emotionally raw. In the midst of mundane story-telling she manages an shift, weaving experience into digestible pieces of very raw wisdom. Inexplicably, after almost every chapter, I found myself faced...with myself. Magical.

Her talk hit home for me. Shauna talked about being in a hurry all the time, that she was "too tired to gulp down life anymore". She was tired of the hustle. She declared that her new goal was to have MORE LOVE, LESS HUSTLE. She found herself angry and administering to her kids instead of loving them. Here are some of her "wise nuggets" that I took away.

Doing more and more will not make ME more.

The best part of me is not the tough part that can handle lots.

Tough or hard is not what I want to be.

She adopted an "Anti-Frantic" Policy. She would ask herself, "If saying yes to this, will it make me hustle more?"

The word "should" is a red flag. When I say, "I should do this or that..." Should never brings happiness.

The thing is your life and you are missing it. You are worried and upset about many things, and you are missing it. {in reference to Martha and Mary}

"Busy" is a drug and defense. Being busy keeps you numb, which then leads to exhaustion, fragile and breaking.

To be Present, Whole, and Brave. Do my best. Lay down busy. Pursue Love.

I would say that I've definitely been heading in the direction of less hustle. I barely committ to anything, not because I'm being flakey, but because I want to be PRESENT in the moment with our life. For me that means, less time running around straightening up a house, or waiting until tomorrow to empty that dishwasher. It means not going to that dinner party so I can tuck my dudes in. Being present in our life means that when the anger in me boils up for no reason, that I look at it. Really stare it down. I don't dismiss it....but try to figure out why is it there in the first place.

Ben recently wanted to sign up for soccer. Which on the surface sounds like a lovely idea. But, there are practices twice a week and a game. That's committment. But, my goal is that even though most evenings right now have something on the schedule for me to never yell at my kids, "Hurry up!" Because, this is the moment. This is my life. And I want it to be a Love Story.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Hope Spoken

Holy smokes I'm excited! Have you heard of Hope Spoken?? I asked Mr. N about it a few months ago, but the tickets were sold out and I didn't want to spend the money on myself. Weeeeellll, he blew me out of the water, and found me a ticket! He's my sweet hero. Thus, this weekend I get to go stay in a beautiful hotel with a sweet girlfriend, have meals cooked for me, take baths, sleep through the night, and just be revived and have God pour into me. I couldn't be more excted!

"Hope Spoken is a women's conference where we all can come to know Jesus more, and make Him known in our lives. Our conference will be filled with stories. Stories of Christ in each of our lives, and how we can use these stories for His glory. This is a weekend to rest and feel His love, to lay burdens and hurts down and feel His grace. We want to let women know that they are enough, to encourage women to use their passions, their words, and their creativity for the Lord. We, above all else, want to glorify Jesus' name and share the hope we have in Him. (from their website)"

This is Shauna Niequist, the author of Cold Tangerines and Bittersweet. If you haven't read Cold Tangerines, it is currently my very favorite should check it out. Her writing is real, raw, and genuine, all while weaving beautiful stories together of her life seeking God. She is one of the many talented and amazing speakers that will be at this conference. In addition to hearing inspirational women speak, we get to go to three christian concerts. Can you tell I'm excited?? Holla!

Monday, March 17, 2014

Spring Break Freak Out 2014

For our Spring break, I packed up the good-old-Honda with two little men and Minnie Pearl and headed east bound, to my hometown. Within 30 miles of San Antonio, Sam puked everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I had created these cool boxes filled with road-trip goodies for my boys to keep them entertained for the six hour drive. Well, Sam puked in that box. Yes. Gross. Then, to top it off, in efforts to clean him up, I put the box on my console for safe keeping (I thought). It slipped and landed on Minnie...who now has puke on her and her faux lambswool rug that she rests on. Well just awesome. Directly after puking, Sam feel asleep. Which if you have a rambunctious three year old you know that they do NOT fall asleep randomly at 8:30 in the morning! Thus, I pulled over again to check on him.

Upon arriving in Longview, Sam was lethargic and I took him to a clinic. No strep, only a virus.

Once getting past all that...the trip was just grand. We had two Easter egg hunts, rode bikes, made fires, built Lego's, watched movies, went for boat rides, played with turtles, ate Pizza King, and just generally soaked in Gigi and Poppy.

To top the trip off we went to a carnival in town. I'm a sucker for a carnival. The pics pretty much say it all. Except for the cotton candy deliciousness that my boys inhale.

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