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Sweet baby and Me

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I can’t get enough of him.

It All Began In A Manger….

Christmas Eve began this morning with all the children jumping for joy. “The presents are coming, the presents are coming,” shout the three little children with the wee little toddler scrambling behind. The excitement filled their little tiny minds while they couldn’t wait to see what was to be had below the tree. Could it be, the little gifts I had longed for would fill me with such glee, expresses the confident 8 year old. The four little boys toddled around waiting anxiously for the unwrapped gifts below the tree. As the long day passed, they waited with immense patience checking off their list:

1. Christmas Eve dinner @ 4pm

2. Christmas Eve service at church @ 6:30pm

3. Rush home and pass out gifts, eat snacks and unwrap @ 8pm

The tearing of the Christmas paper began to fill the house with four little boys hovering over each pile of gifts.

This year we decided to not put such an emphasis on gifts for us adults as we want to remember the real meaning of Christmas. “Gifts and stockings are okay, but Jesus is the real reason we have Christmas Day.” As a family we decided we would do more meaningful, thought felt gifts and that is exactly what we did.

We have gifts on Christmas Eve and Santa of course brings the stockings on Christmas morning. Teaching the young, inquiring minds that gifts and stockings are okay is not always an easy distinction for the almost teenager, 8 year old dreamer, and the 5 and 18 month old wigglers. Their priorities are tagged with telling all their friends when they return to school about all the technelogically savy gifts they received. But to their grandparents, it’s more imporant that they pass down a legacy of faith seperating the joy of giving with Christ’s birth. The important disctinction they long to pass from generation to generation has been well established.

My father has always read the Christmas story before we opened gifts to remind us why we have been blessed to give and receive. This Christmas my dad read a snippet of by Max Lucado and this is what is wrote:

 

It Began in a Manger (Christmas)

by Max Lucado • March 22

Curious, this royal throne room. No tapestries covering the windows. No velvet garments on the courtesans. And, instead of a golden scepter, the king holds a crudely whittled olive-wood rattle.

Curious, the sounds in the court. Cows munching, hooves crunching, a mother humming, a babe nursing.

It could have begun anywhere, the story of the king. But, curiously, it began in a manger. Step into the doorway, peek through the window.

He is here!

The Arrival

The noise and the bustle began earlier than usual in the village. As night gave way to dawn, people were already on the streets. Vendors were positioning themselves on the corners of the most heavily traveled avenues. Store owners were unlocking the doors to their shops. Children were awakened by the excited barking of the street dogs and the complaints of donkeys pulling carts.

The owner of the inn had awakened earlier than most in the town. After all, the inn was full, all the beds taken. Every available mat or blanket had been put to use. Soon all the customers would be stirring and there would be a lot of work to do.

One’s imagination is kindled thinking about the conversation of the innkeeper and his family at the breakfast table. Did anyone mention the arrival of the young couple the night before? Did anyone comment on the pregnancy of the girl on the donkey? Perhaps. Perhaps someone raised the subject. But, at best, it was raised, not discussed. There was nothing that novel about them. They were, possibly, one of several families turned away that night.

Besides, who had time to talk about them when there was so much excitement in the air? Augustus did the economy of Bethlehem a favor when he decreed that a census should be taken. Who could remember when such commerce had hit the village?

No, it is doubtful that anyone mentioned the couple’s arrival or wondered about the condition of the girl. They were too busy. The day was upon them. The day’s bread had to be made. The morning’s chores had to be done. There was too much to do to imagine that the impossible had occurred.

God had entered the world as a baby.

Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.

The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.

A more lowly place of birth could not exist.

Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor, perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him—so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.

Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can’t remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn’t figured it all out. The mystery of the event still puzzles him. But he hasn’t the energy to wrestle with the questions. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes, he remembers the name the angel told him to use . . . Jesus. “We will call him Jesus.”

Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel,
“His kingdom will never end.”

He looks anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.

Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.

She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!

This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.

Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he had just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility.

Those who missed His Majesty’s arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren’t looking.

Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?

While my dad finished this story I was sipping my tea in awe of what it would possibly be like in Mary’s shoes. What would it feel like to have a King as your son? Teaching the Creator of the world right from wrong as a young toddler. Holding his hands, knowing they created you yet giving birth to the Son of Man. These questions struck me to the core. The entirety of the story of Christ baffles my mind. “Why? For me? How come?”  The unanswered questions reinstate in my ignorant mind that Christ did come as a babe in a lowly manger, suffered persecutation for claiming to be the Risen Son of Man, and dying a painful death suffering ALL the sins of the world upon his lifeless body. Yet he conquored death, saved humanity and gave the free gift of salvation for those who want it…….

What a powerful God we have!

Enjoy your gifts this Christmas and remind yourself this Eve before christmas morning, the journey of Mary and Joseph took on a donkey to bear a child in a stable. The questions and uncertainity they held must have been a story worth hearing….

Merry Christmas!!!

Everything but the Kitchen Sink….

Everything but the kitchen sink….or shall I say faucet. Man I tell ya, I believe we have one problem after another ALL the time. Whether it’s family, friends, job, finances, or home projects, something is always changing. Last night it was our faucet. I was baking pretty much most the day and literally as my husband was walking in the door the hot water pressure dropped significantly. It was almost as if every sink, hose, washing machine, dishwasher, bathtub or toilet had all flushed simultaneously. Unfortunately this wasn’t the case.

The best thing I could dream up was I had drained all the hot water as it instantaneously happened. I called my dad as he has many rental houses and must of them must run into random problems at some point or another and he informed me that something must be stuck in the hot water pipe; a rock or sediment of some sort had to of missed the filter. He was right! As my husband was taking apart the sink to quickly fix the issue, he accomplished this task quite quickly but the problem lied in the “reassembling phase.” I must say he was in the kitchen for quite some time and was really silent and downcast about this procedure; actually hostile would be more accurate. Playing doctor on the sink became very frustrating as one problem after another took place and the surgery was not getting better, only worse. He kept preforming surgery while each limb in the neck of the faucet kept getting unscrewed rather than being made whole again. Finally, I look up and the entire faucet is taken from the sink leaving me with no water for 24 hours. Mind you, Thanksgiving was two days away.

I put a smile on my face as I could see the frustration running rampantly through his body. “That’s fine hun,” I murmur as I try and change the tone for the evening (luckily this did work). He apologizes as one of the pieces that needed to be screwed into another was completely missing. Somehow this piece was hiding in the neck of the pipe; completely stuck. It wouldn’t budge no matter what we tried. I’m telling you he tried everything including a wire closet hanger. No luck.

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My boys assessing the task ahead….

Today I was realizing the thousand times I truly turn on a faucet throughout one solid day beginning the first moments I woke up. “Coffee anyone?” Wait, no water to rinse out the pot, the grind basket or how to fill the pot for a fresh cup o’ joe. We do have a Sierra Springs water jug that was helpful, but definitely not helpful for the rinsing or washing aspect.  I must say between feeding myself, my son, preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner, as well as simple kitchen clean up, it became extremely challenging to accomplish much of anything. Thankfully I had taken advantage of the baking and cooking the previous day that today I could take it somewhat easy. Though the choice wasn’t up to me I had to respect the circumstance.

In the midst of the chaos I even attempted to file the sink with boiling water from the bathroom to have soapy water to rinse my hands throughout the day, but this task became more time consuming than it was worth and the water would quickly get dirty defeating my purpose. As dinner approached I allowed the dishes to pile up knowing I had a new faucet heading my way.

As my husband came home he was able to fix this dilemma quite promptly and left me with a new sparkling faucet. I cleaned my dishes with the most thankful attitude in awhile I presume. The little things as clean running water help remind me how much I take them for granted.

So remember when the dishes pile up and you are dreading to clean them or simply rinse your hands because you have peanut butter and jelly on them, you can quickly and easily rinse them in your sink without the horror of Thanksgiving approaching and all the dishes that are to be prepared with no water. :)

Gobble Gobble

Happy Thanksgiving, I hope you all enjoyed your holiday and truly had a blessed day. Holidays can either be really exciting and joyful or very hard and painful. I hope all of you had great memories with family.

We decided to take Thanksgiving this year and spend with some dear friends and begin our family tradition with the three of us. Normally we head to Central Washington to my parents place and have a delicious Thanksgiving but this year it was important to us to develop our family tradition knowing Christmas is only a couple weeks away. The drive is extremely long and not quite the highlight of our trip. So with us wanting to develop new family traditions we thought Thanksgiving would be the better of the two since it’s simply a long weekend where as Christmas is more time to be spent with family and less driving. :)

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This turkey is unbelievably flawless, I almost believed it was a hoax.

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Cooper rocking an impeccable attitude with an itsy bitsy nap all day long!

Mystery Hammer

We got my son his first little tool bench as he loves to hit things. We got him a cheap one feom IKEA and it came with a wooden hammer. The problem is since the first day we got this, the hammer has been missing and we still cannot find it.

Its been roughly three months now and again today, I’m stumped, I have no idea where it is.

He is definitely a funny little character always hiding things between the couch and cupboards and typically I’ll find things that night while picking up his toys or at least a couple days later. Here we are, house cleaned, transition it goes toys for big kid toys and still…no hammer.

We shall see if we ever come across it… either that or I’ll find him playing with it one day still unsure as to where it lies. :)

Back to the Future

My husband and I have Comcast with OnDemand and watch the “free movies” all the time. Last night we started watching Back to the Future as we both loved that movie but probably haven’t seen it in ten years or so. We went to bed around 7:30 as our house is full of “sickies” or shall I say a really bad cold and complete exhaustion and enjoyed our ‘flick.’

We watched the first one and were so excited about it we decided we were going to make a marathon out of it. So tonight we decided to turn on the second movie. The second one goes to the future of 2015, but was made in 1985. Their futuristic assumptions of 2015 was quite a bit off. I was really excited to know that the predictions of our electronics was very farfetched. For some reason this got me so excited that they over predicted the future 30 years later, although we have advanced significantly, it was comforting to know we aren’t that advanced.

Some of the many ideas for 2015 included: TV’s and robots to provide customer service which eliminated jobs for all mankind. Food and drinks at a restaurant being teleported in from who knows where, rather than being prepared in the kitchen. “Big buck hunter” for all of you who enjoy this game as much as me, was frowned upon by the kids in the movie because you had to use your hands to play the game. (Apparently their games were much more technologically advanced) Cars would turn invisible and fly through the sky and a “hover board” which was a flying skateboard was the new mode of transportation. Although I think we are on the path for some of these things, we don’t have robots taking over our careers yet. And….I must say, a hover board would be pretty cool.

It was fun to watch and definitely captured my thoughts of our societal advancement and although 30 years is far off, the predictions were even farther off in light of the movie. Now I know it is a movie, but the fact that we are only two years away from that 1985 assumption for 2015, it was very enjoyable to watch and see where we have come and where we are headed.

For all of you who enjoy the original “Back To The Future”, you should have a marathon as we did and be excited that the 30 year prediction will probably take place when our kids are our age rather than today. :)

***Note: I looked up what the year 2030 will look like and sometimes things are better left unknown…

This car is pretty close to the cars in Back To The Future

“…but I see a world with less forests, less wildlife, more roads, and more buildings in the next 20 years. I see busier streets and fewer 90-year-olds in our homes by the year 2030. The Arctic and Atlantic poles will probably have fewer Eskimos and polar bears to shelter. Streets will have fewer children and hopscotch, hide-and-seek, and dodge ball will be games of the past. Families of seven to ten, will probably be a normal thing by then. Kids won’t probably know what a dolphin, tiger, or what a whale shark will look like. The rich will be richer and the poor, poorer. There will be a lot of people who will hit the gym. There will be more people who won’t hit the gym. Will robots be part of the household? Maybe. Will war end? Hopefully.” –Click-here for more.

We have the power to teach our kids what they should know, and not let these things be lost. It’s up to us. Fascinating that these people make a living on predicting the future….

Afternoon Stroll

Today was Cooper and I all day long. Husband was going to be home late as he is attending a Men’s Bible Study at our church. 4:30 rolls around and Cooper is starting to get a little stir crazy as well as bored of all his toys (he is in need of some new gadgets). I bundled us up, got the stroller out and off we go….well for a little bit… we got a quarter of a mile in or so and it started to sprinkle some rain drops. I made sure Coopers blanket was wrapped tight around him, pulled my hood up and started walking a bit faster. At this point the drops were very large and the rain was really come down at this point, so much so, I began to run, we were getting soaked and there was no “quick” way back. Our afternoon stroll turned into a quick run for me and a quick stroller jaunt for Cooper. As we returned home we had to quickly get his jammies on and change my clothes as it was pretty cold and his little fingers were quite “fridged,” so to speak. My hair was soaked, as well as the entire stroller, I think the sun visor helped prevent his head from getting wet while the remainder of his body was left out in the rain to get drenched. Poor boy. We definitely were not prepared for a downpour but such is life.

Before this catastrophe hit, the first part of the stroll was nice and leisurely, though it didn’t last long. As it begins to get dark early these Fall days, I noticed all the homes with their porch lights on, sounds of music playing in the background, families sitting around the dinner table all cozied in their homes. Okay the music wasn’t playing but it was in my head as each house I passed had the same scene playing: Lights on, dinner table set and kids running around as they await their dinner to be served.

As each home I passed had the same scene, I was very happy to see this, as most homes don’t partake in family dinners these days. (Our family was actually one of those families tonight) Most are running to and from sporting events, picking kids up from school, ballet, piano lessons and so forth. The after school “activities” are endless these days. I have a girlfriend who was telling me recently about her sons Hockey practices and they run til 10pm on a school night. I was shocked, utterly shocked! When is homework getting done, where is the family time, kids being kids and playing rather than be coached in the high pressure sports?

All of this to say, I was really taken aback when I saw the glorious family scene as I walked passed each home this evening. They may still have the sporting events, homework and so forth, but they took the time to sit down as a family which in turn made my heart happy. Even though we had dinner without the hubby, Cooper and I sat down together and enjoyed our carrot-soup, pasta and bread. :)

Trick-or-Treat

Halloween is such a weird holiday, why is it socially acceptable to go to strangers house and ask for CANDY?! When you really think of the concept of trick-or-treating, its odd. Anyway, of all days in the year this is actually the day I gave my life to Christ and decided I needed God in my life. When you think about what Halloween actually is, basically I did the exact opposite of what the “world” expects.

Anyway, I became a “believer, Christian, follower of Christ” depending on the terminology that suites you, I decided two years ago on Halloween that I couldn’t make it through this life on my own, I needed the strength of God. It’s been two years since I truly made the commitment even though I had grown up in a Christian home, I never made the step for myself until recently. I have been beyond thankful for the life I have been given and the life I have choose to live through Christ my savior.

Today I took little Cooper man to see daddy at work while dressed up in his little Monkey costume. He gets shown off to everyone as they all get so excited to see him when we visit. We also went to our old neighbors house that evening and stopped by so the kids could play together. It was fun! Our new house gets ALOT of trick-or-treaters which was a huge surprise. It was crazy how many people came by, we actually ran out of candy by 7:30.

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Needless to say, Halloween has a whole new meaning to me and I enjoy celebrating for a different reason. :)

Pumpkin Patchin’

We went to our first pumpkin patch this past weekend with our son. It was so exciting to watch his big blue eyes light up. His eyes were so big as we pulled him closer in the wagon and he could see yellow, white, orange, and Cinderella pumpkins. All different shapes, sizes and colors. This was his dreamland. If you’ve heard me share previously about his deep obsession with balls, you would know he relates pumpkins to this obsession; they are round and that’s all that matters in his little mind. If they are round than they must be thrown.

His first awakening to pumpkins was at the store one afternoon and as we were walking in, they have the big tubs full of pumpkins. He pointed to it and I realized he’s never known what a pumpkin is. I handed him a small one and to my dismay the pumpkin went rolling through the entrance of the store. I quickly chase after it thankful it was still in one piece. Ever since that moment he has been longing to hold a pumpkin in his tiny little hands, arch way over his head and toss it with all his might. Well his dream came true when we went to visit my parents a couple weeks ago. My dad has his own, unintentional pumpkin patch. For some reason it grows like wildfire for him and all the grandkids love to go pick their pumpkins. He would find all the little ones around the house that my mom had for decorations and he would play with them forever simply rolling them around and tossing them. When I realized he was cracking them in half, I put an immediate end to this playful event. We took a couple small ones home with us and this boy can’t help but throw them. They did not make it more than a day. He didn’t understand once it cracked and there were seeds and goop all over that he ruined it. This little man is too cute, he blows my mind everyday with his cuteness.

Due to his cuteness, both my husband and I knew he would love going to the pumpkin patch and being able to see and touch as many pumpkins til his hearts content. We went and had an awesome time. He loved it! They had a haystack for kids to climb on, mazes and cute little photo-ops all catered to kids. It was fun and we let him get as dirty as he wanted. He even “picked” his own little pumpkin that we carved last night. :)

Here’s a few fun photos…
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It was a great day for pumpkin patchin’

Crisp Fall Weather

I LOVE Autumn. The cool, crisp air on a clear day while the leaves fall down around us, the crunch of the leaves beneath our feet as we bundle up for a walk with cocoa or coffee in hand. This is what makes me smile. I love summer but fall is a close next.

Soup simmering on the stove allowing the house to smell delightfully tasty with the warmth of blankets on our laps while the windows produce a slight chill allowing you to sink deeper into the couch with a good book in hand.

We headed outside today and you can see how my son enjoys the outside no matter what the weather holds. :) This little man melts my heart and can ALWAYS put a smile on my face. Oooo how I want to go kiss his chubby little cheeks while he’s sleeping right now, sweet baby. :)

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Knows I’m trying to take a picture and refuses to look.
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Our front yard
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My view driving on our street. Mt Hood in the background.

I LOVE the BEAUTIFUL Autumn colors and playing in the crisp leaves with my little man.