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if i hear my daughter say she is hungry one more time today i will lose it. seriously. the child wants food every two hours or less and it is like having a newborn baby. exhausting. am i the only one with children who would eat nonstop if i would allow it?? on a sidenote: anyone have healthy, creative snack ideas? this was sorta a random post...lol.

 it is already the middle of november. i dont know how that happened but here we are. waiting for out new and exciting life to begin:) we sent out our support letters to some friends and family and our home churches last month and are starting to see responses which is super cool. there is really nothing like having people back you up with their friendship and their prayers and their money. yesterday we had a relative tell us she had been praying for us to have the opportunity to go into ministry for a while now. isnt that crazy? that before we knew what God wanted from us he had people praying for us to figure it out:) most of the people we tell are super excited for us and think camp is the perfect fit for us. its a really awesome time in our lives... BUT.. its also been a struggle in that we now know WHERE and WHAT we're going to do with our lives, but the WHEN is still up in the air. please be praying for us to be able to raise our funds for camp quickly and get up there and JU...

in the past few months i have been embarking on a mission to "clear the clutter" from our lives. i am so tired of my messiness causing unnecessary stress. so i have read like a thousand books, blogs, magazine articles, etc and watched a few episodes of hoarders (ha theres inspiration if i've ever seen it) claiming to be the cure to my problem. but im learning that my problem is so much more than i need to "reorganize" and find a home for my stuff and stick to a plan. i mean i do need to do all those things, but really i think it comes down to me being a lover of stuff. yeesh. who wants to admit to that?  i mean most of this stuff in my house is totally meaningless. papers that hold some silly sentimentality that i might want to look at one day. clothes my babies have outgrown, that i want to hang on to "just in case". heck- clothes i have outgrown, that i want to hang on to "just in case". but even more than this particular stuff is the stuff...

someone explain to me WHY when one thing goes wrong in my day, EVERYTHING from that point on ALSO goes wrong. seriously. it never fails to baffle me that all it takes is one spilled cup of tea, 2 pairs of "spit-upped" pant changes, and a set of lost keys to make me come unhinged.(this is todays example) i hate this about myself. i can physically FEEL my bloodpressure rising. why is it that somedays i just CANNOT roll with the punches as easily as other days? why is it that somedays no matter how hard i try to organize it,  we cannot leave this house ON TIME-wearing clean clothes, with our hair combed and having bathed in the past 3 days? i always forget something on those days and have to throw together a mixmatched meal when J gets home because i cannot bring myself to drag the children to the groccery store AGAIN. when the baby is cranky and the preschooler is whiney and the dog is barky... i have a hard time feeling like this is the job i was made for. i know it is in the...

well the process only took FOREVER but i am sooo happy to announce...that we received the call (3 weeks ago now): my husband is officially on staff at a christian camp in michigan!! we have been searching out a path for ourselves for a LONG time and just saw a bunch of dead ends. we couldnt figure out why both of the houses we made offers on didnt work out (please note: they are both, as of this post, still EMPTY). we didnt understand why we have felt led to bounce from place to place, making friends and then having to leave them. we didnt know how J could use his construction talents without having to work a construction job. and now we do. we belong at camp. J's title will be maintenance director, but our whole family will be on call to do whatever needs to be done at any given moment. we have a home in northern michigan. and we have made connections at several churches among several states that will hopefully support our ministry. woohoo! please be praying for us as w...

today i feel like bragging about my beautiful, smart, and hilarious first born.  at three years old she knows her alphabet, colors, shapes, the sound each letter makes, can write the alphabet, can count to 29 without help-farther with coaching:), can rhyme, knows opposites and can "read" 27 sight words. she also knows a ton about animals and can identify them- even ones ive never heard of:) like tapirs. and capybaras.  she sings along to taylor swift on the radio.  she is an amazing big sister and is in love with her little brother who in turn adores her and thinks everything she does is mesmerizing:) she says the most honest and endearing prayers at naptime, and often quotes things that i say when i pray with her. she has started telling jokes that make no sense, but at times totally crack me up. (What did the big dog do with the little dog? Made him into pancakes!!!) she is a fish, loves to swim and would live in water if she could.  on second thought, she would pr...

last night i am trying to get our almost 5 month old son to stop fussing and go to sleep so that I can go to sleep, when suddenly i have one of those moments that for some reason you know you will always remember. its just about pitch black in our room. i am snuggling wy against my chin and collarbone (such a good spot:)) and just like that he closes his eyes and falls asleep. i pray for my sweet little boy and the great man he will become. and despite the exhaustion only a parent with an infant can understand, i am just instantly filled with mushy mommy feelings- its so incredible how babies know their mommies. how wyatt knows me. he cant see me, im not making a sound, he just knows its me by smell and by feel. only mommy loves him and holds him and soothes him this way.  only mommy. only ME.  i love him so much. i kiss his soft sweet little wrinkled forehead. his weight feels so good on me, that i am almost sad to put him down. almost. i mean give me a break, i havent sl...