Friday, March 21, 2014

Why I blog

Why I blog:
1. Because I'm hoping to earn some extra income with all my witty writings as I am soon discovered by food network wanting me to start a coffee shop.
2. Because I secretly love attending the worldwide blogger conference in Paris, France every Fall.
3. Because I'm incredibly vain and love to put my ideas out on the internet for all to read
4. Because I don't have anything better to do with my time.

The real reason:
Since I don't put anything on Facebook, I feel the need to tell all my distant friends and relatives (I have no family in town except my momma and T-pop) what is going on in my life. And now that we have Silas, new grandmas tell me how much they love my picture updates. Why not just send a quick picture update via instagram or FB you may be asking yourself? Well, to be honest I think both are kind of like vaccuums for me. I get sucked in to the beautiful lives of others and begin to subconsciously compare my happenings with there's. Instead of getting the full story of their intricate lives and the details of what's really helping and hurting the them, I merely scroll through pictures and enviously wish I was something other than the amazing me that God designed me to be. :)  Nuff said.  Gotta live it out and love it out. It's the only way to live.

I mean he's already practicing his "pick up girls" look. Stop growing please!
Mohawk Man won't be denied.
We recently decided to go on a mission trip to Spain with our little man and our church! Decided to think about the comfiest ways to carry this little booger all over Espana, but I feel like we are a sumo wrestling team here.
Silas LOVES his George blanket. Tip for mommies: if your child does this as a baby, relax. It's just a comfort thing.
Peel back the layer and get a beautiful treat.
One of the strangest things about Silas is that he LOVES taking out the trash with mommy. If I even mention taking it out and don't get him to go with me he starts throwing a fit. He hysterically tries to crawl faster then his little legs will allow. I hope you still love it when your sixteen buddy!


Saturday, March 8, 2014

A day in the life of Si

Hmmm, what should I do today?
My mommy loves coffee so much she drinks it at night. Maybe I should try it.
How come mine doesn't smell like anything?
I think Heaven is going to look just like the public library.
Mommy took me to "Monkey Joe's" last week too. The big kids were bouncing everywhere!
At first the bench seemed just as fun to me. And plenty safer.
I mean a loud bang sound when my hand hits it... what could be more fun?
Well I soon found out that trucks were more fun.
I don't know about this bouncy thing mommy... where are you?
Actually, now I think Heaven will have books and bouncy houses!
A great way to end the day... "Curious George"... I just love monkeys!
I love when Daddy gets home! I think I want to be like him now.
What's for dinner mama!?
Wow.... you have to try making this famous French sandwhich, Croque Monsieur. A little too big for baby Si though. Next time buddy...

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

The smell of Ashes

Few people would say that the smell of Ashes is something they enjoy. Ash is the aftermath of fire; the wood may penetrate a scent of warmth and comfort, but the ash is difficult to breathe in even  days after the flames submit. Although it is that very ash that was once breathing light to those around it, once consumed, the wood turns to ash. Yet given the right conditions, it is those small pieces of black earth that can produce another flame giving the ash it's very purpose.
This is not far from the truth in our own lives. Life brings challenges; this is inevitable. It is the response to those challenges that defines us. Jesus could have escaped the harsh wood he was laid upon if He wanted, yet He knew without the pain and wood-stained blood, He would not be able to rise above the ashes to save an entire humanity.
On ash Wednesday, I am reminded of the things in life, which at first smell make some recoil, but afterwards, a new path is opened to breathe in peace, grace, and love every day that we breathe. We are called to be the "aroma of Christ." No matter the ashes you've carried along the way, God made a way to turn those Ashes into light for a dark world.

As I reconsider what Ash Wednesday means, I also reflect upon the new scents that were not enjoyed in my life until now. Here are a few of my favorites:

~Cheerio breath
~Peanut butter fingers (not the candy, ten little appendixes)
~A&D ointment
~Johnson's baby lotion
~Freshly laundered pajamas
~The hair of a toddler (clean or dirty)
~The feet of a toddler (preferably clean)
~Cheerio breath.... yeah it has to be said again cause I love it!
~Reheated cold coffee at one in the afternoon (I'm not saying it's the best, but it makes me happy)

Instead of viewing the world through rose-colored glasses, view it clearly and let the ash become the kind of roses only God could design.