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Unexpectedly Expecting!

Yes..... that's right! If you didn't already know or haven't already seen me, we are 13 weeks along in adding to our family! This was not expected at this point in our story. While we definitely wanted more kids, our "perfect" plan would have given us a little more time between Levi's life and the next, but we believe God's plans are ALWAYS perfect. We couldn't be more thrilled, especially since this pregnancy and baby seem to be developing perfectly on target. Many people would be utterly overwhelmed with the thought of caring for another baby when Levi himself will only be twenty months if I deliver full term. However, our experience with Levi and with our whole family history has given us a new precious appreciation for being able to parent, and the idea of bringing home an uncomplicated infant actually seems like a breath of fresh air. Life is always crazy with little ones, but we know without a doubt that God will not give us what we can't han

Smith Vacation

The word "vacation" means different things to different people. Some require the absence of responsibility, while others equate vacation to self-spoiling; still others determine vacation based on whether water or adventure is on the agenda. The dictionary defines it as " a period of suspension of work, study, or other activity, usually used for rest, recreation, or travel; recess or holiday" ( dictionary.com ). I know many people who would not consider something a vacation if it involved diaper changing, spit up cleaning, and a little hotel laundry doing. I beg to differ.  Once again, it's all a matter of perspective. I think vacations mean much more if you have something bigger than yourself to thank for the rest and recuperation.  When you simply pat yourself on the back for a job well done, you are merely giving yourself a larger load to carry. You subtly and subconsciously add the burden of being able to provide yourself with a future

Milk for moms

The milk spilled over the top of his feeding bag as I tiredly tried to refill it before breakfast. Milk spilled shortly after when my older one attempted to fill his own cereal bowl. Milk also spilled hours later as I screamed at the sight of ants surrounding our kitchen table; they must have smelled remnants of the old milk spilled. The day would come to a close with the largest out pour of milk into our garage because the grocery bag attendant didn't know I'd open the trunk so quickly allowing two gallons of milk to smack the floor and crack open simultaneously. Now that we were officially out of milk, I was actually relieved. Spills happen in life, but they seem to happen a lot more in the lives of moms.  There are many ways to respond to spilled milk as the expression goes, but I don't think mine ever followed with tears. Frustration is my natural instinct as a relative neat freak. But after the last spill that filled our garage with the stench of milk, I had to laugh