How to make a baby...

I totally stole this from Kristi's blog. It made me laugh. Now if she can only post one on how NOT to make a baby, I'd be set...

Riding in cars with Ev...

Like her mom, she never goes anywhere without her sunglasses and a snack.

Haitian Children's Home

In nine days, my sister, her husband, and their three small children (Nia, Nico, & Josiah) will make the permanent move to Jacmel, Haiti to be a part of this. While my heart is sad for me, I couldn't be more excited for the 20 kids who will become a part of their family. This, friends, is the heart of the Savior. This is the Good News.


"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound..." (Isaiah 61v1)

Channeling her inner Flock of Seagulls...

Evie has the moderately annoying habit of pulling her laboriously crafted pigtails (if such scant sprigs of hair can qualify as such) out of her hair. Coupled with her new default "Cheese!" face, she's a 1980's rockstar waiting to happen.

PS

You probably shouldn't leave your one-year-old in the other room while you're uploading cute photos of her onto your blog. You might walk into the kitchen to see her sitting at the kitchen table, drinking from your glass of water, and texting on your cell phone.

Just so you know.

Lazy day...

Chris had a class all day long today, so I decided that Evie and I were going to have a "Jammie Day"; well, if you want to get technical, I showered and changed out of one pair of sweats into another pair of sweats... and Evie has been wearing a onesie all day. It wasn't entirely unproductive, actually; I sorted through a bunch of baby stuff and started to prepare for our upcoming yard sale, did mass amounts of laundry, listed some stuff on craigslist, etc. etc.

But by about 4 pm, I was bored out of my mind. Was there a bunch more cleaning/organizing I COULD have done? Of course. But instead, Ev and I whipped up a batch of cookies. And yes, I am a bad mom and let her lick the beaters (errr, singular "beater". I licked the other one. But it was for the baby. I swear). So, long day... but at least 37 minutes of my day were pleasantly occupied with sweet baby giggles and peanut butter kisses. :)

Oops, better go... Evie just brought me the packing tape and asked me to "try it on". We'll see how that goes.

She got that sucker CLEAN!


Enjoying the fruits of her labor.

Humbling...

It's kind of humbling when you see/hear yourself reflected in your one-year-old's words/actions/attitudes, etc.

Today, I was recapping Evie's markers, preparing to put them away. Apparently, Evie wasn't ready for me to put them away. She looked at me, beetled her little brow (actually courtesy of Nana), squinted her eyes, and said, "DON'T you do that, Mama! DON'T you do that!!"

Eek. I guess I need to work some more on that whole "gentle and quiet spirit."

*sigh*

Chris brought home some girl scout cookies tonight.

That man is my hero.

Out-takes

When I was in Raleigh this past weekend, saying goodbye to my sister who is moving to Haiti, I decided to go get Evie's portraits made for Chris's birthday gift (he had mentioned that it would be nice to have it done, and really... what do you get for the man that wants nothing?! :) ). In her almost 21 month existence on this earth, she has never had her pictures taken professionally. Mostly because I prefer candid shots to, say, Evie in front of a Grecian temple or something. Also because I am pretty lazy. And cheap.

But I digress. Although it did prove to be a horrific experience that I will likely never repeat, we did get lots of cute shots of my girly. I'm not going to post those cute shots here; it would ruin the Mother's Day "surprise" for my mom and Chris's mom. I will, however, post a few of the "out-takes" that were on the CD in my package deal. (The saleslady told me that I pretty much needed to have a CD with the images; she said that if my house burned down, I would feel really horribly if I lost all the pictures of my kid...?!?!)






The taking of and subsequent purchase of these photos coincided with Chris's trip to Cite Soleil, one of the biggest slums on the planet. I am in NO WAY judging those who choose to purchase their children's portraits on a regular basis; it's a really nice memory to have. But it was definitely a sobering reminder to me-- that while there are precious souls literally subsisting on mud-cakes (really), I'm spending a small fortune on marginal memorabilia. My sister "gets" it-- that's why she's moving to Haiti. I think that Chris is starting to "get it", especially after this recent trip. God, help me to see the value of things in YOUR economy; help me to store up treasures that neither rust or moth can destroy! Help me to "get it"!