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Heavy and Hopeful Hearts

2011-07-21T19:42:00.003-05:00

I'm sitting the in driveway right now, watching my 3 little men race their cars around and around. Every once in a while, they will stop to switch vehicles. It's a precious and comforting ending to one of the hardest days our family has had. Today, we said goodbye to our sweet Little Miss.

People often ask how we deal with watching our little ones leave our home to go back to be with their families. This is our first experience having a child leave our home, so I wanted to be sure to write about it. Her leaving has left our hearts heavy. There is a piece missing in our family. I imagine how we feel is like going to hear an orchestra play, only to find out that the flute section is missing. The music may still sound beautiful, but there is something noticeably absent.

When I tried to picture what this day would look like, I pictured lots of crying. I have most definitely cried, but it hasn't been the torrent I expected. Maybe it's because we knew this day was coming. Maybe it's because I've cried so much over the last few weeks. Maybe it's because we're still a little numb. I don't know. I do know that God is still good, He has a plan, and that we don't regret loving our little girl. I would do it all over again.

In the hours since we gave our last kisses, I already miss the sound of her giggles and coos. I catch myself looking for her rolling around on the playroom rug. It's the little things that get to me most- the last bottle in the dishwasher, pink things still scattered around the house, sounds that remind me of her. I suppose when you love deeply, you grieve deeply.

It's very true that the world doesn't stop when you're hurting. That has really irked me in the past. Now, though, I'm glad. My big boys have told me they're sad and miss their sister, but they don't let those feelings keep them from riding their bikes, saying "I love you," or devouring their dinner. Sweet moments of being a wife and mom are still sweet. I wish so much that she could be here to star in and share those moments, but I have to trust that God's plan for her is bigger, sweeter, and more perfect than the ones I would make for her. That hope (even when I don't really feel it), is what keeps us going. It's what gives us strength and peace to keep loving on hurting kids and making a safe home for them. It's what enables us to lay our family on the altar. We know that His ways are higher and better than ours.

2011-07-14T14:42:00.003-05:00

It's been a roller coaster ride over the past few days. I've cried, had trouble sleeping, and experienced sweet joy.

Court was set for 9 am this morning. I kept checking my phone for a text or call to find out how things went. Finally, about 11:30, I learned that we don't have to say goodbye to our precious little one today. Apparently, the judge did not have the all the information she wanted and decided not to rule today. The case will be reviewed again next week. We are so thankful that God has answered our prayer that the judge would have every piece of truth before she made her decision. We know this means more waiting, but we gladly keep waiting if it means we can treasure more snuggles, smiles, and precious moments with our littlest one.

Packing List

2011-07-11T17:17:00.003-05:00

Chad will tell you that one of my least favorite things to do in the whole world is to pack. Whether it's for a short trip or packing up our whole house before we move, I really don't like packing. I don't want to choose before hand what I'm going to wear, and I almost always forget something (diapers, shoes, etc.) I feel overwhelmed at the thought of cramming all the "essentials" into one or two bags. If they sold Mary Poppins bags on Etsy, I would buy one.

Today, I started another packing list. I've made 2 over the last week and half for family trips, but this one is much different. It is without a doubt the hardest packing list I've ever made. I pulled down my yellow legal notepad and started listing all the things I need to send with our baby girl when she leaves this week. It breaks my heart to even type that.

We've known from the day she came that she was mostly likely going to be reunited with her family. I've spent the past 6 months praying and hoping that she would be able to stay. I even had a dream a month or so ago that her family gave her to me to raise. I've wondered so many times where the line is between hope and denial. I think I've crossed back and forth over it. We learned a few weeks ago that there was a 99.9% chance that she would be leaving on the 14th, and since then I've felt pretty numb about it. Maybe numb isn't the right word. I thought maybe it was peace, but I'm not sure about that either. I've cried, prayed, and talked about it with Chad, friends and family. I think we're at a point of acceptance. That does not mean we are ok with what's happening. We know there really isn't anything else we can do. We have to trust that God knows His plans for this precious baby, and that His plans are far better than the ones we can make for her. I struggle so much with that. It's like there's a constant war waging in my heart.

We went to see my family this past weekend, because my extended family had never met our little girl. She delighted everyone. My parents are keeping the big boys for a week, and Chad and I had to tell them that their baby wouldn't be at our house when the come home. They had to say goodbye. My parents, sister, and extended family also had to say goodbye. I am so thankful that her little heart doesn't hurt like mine does.

I've been suddenly overcome by all the "lasts" of this week- our last weekend as a family of 6, the last time we'll have lunch with Daddy, and the last time I'll fold some of her tiny clothes. Some people would say it's because I got too attached or because this is our first foster baby to leave, but it's more than that. It's even more than the emotional bond we have from spending so many days in the hospital. God brought her to me when I needed some help seeing joy in life. He has used her to help me smile when missing my sister made me want to cry. Not for one second do I regret loving her. I tell her every day that wherever she is, I will love her.

There is no way I could ever pack all of our memories into a box to send with her. She is too precious and has meant to much to us to even try. Nevertheless, I have started a packing list because I want her to go home with what she needs, and I don't mean just clothes and things like that. I mean I want her to know without a doubt that Jesus loves her. That truth is the greatest thing we could ever send with her.

Broken Umbrella

2011-05-02T22:22:00.002-05:00

When it rains, it pours. And I feel like I'm standing in the downpour with a broken umbrella.

Over the last 2 months, I've learned something about grief. It's sneaky. It creeps in unnoticed and suddenly appears out of nowhere. There have been so many times I've wanted to call my sister to share an inside joke or to talk about a favorite memory. Not being able to share things with her has been harder in ways that I didn't expect. I wish so much I could call her in heaven so she could tell me all about it.

I'm typing this post from the hospital. Little Miss was admitted over the weekend, and we're currently starting night number 3. I'm not going to lie, it's been terrible. I don't particularly like being in hospitals, and I hate that our family is separated. It's weighing on everyone. It's hard that love alone can't make a precious baby feel better or comfort boys when mommy's not there. If life was a wrestling match, Chad and I have considered tapping out more than once.

In all the stress, exhaustion, fear, and frustration, I am trying to cling to the hope that I have a great Helper and nothing that is going on in my family escapes His attention. When I say "try," I mean that. It is a big struggle for me. Despite over 20 years of knowing God's truth, my faith is shakng. I'm asking questions and having doubts that I haven't had before. I am ready to find my footing.

A Special Birthday

2011-02-17T17:16:00.002-06:00

It's interesting to me how I remember and celebrate certain dates. I like to celebrate my half birthday, the anniversary or my first date with Chad, and today is another very special date for me.

Twenty one years ago, in the living room of my childhood home, my older sister and I made the biggest and best decision of our lives. We accepted Jesus as our Lord and Savior. That seems like such Christianese, but that's how my six-year-old heart understood it. I knew I was lost and destined for eternity separated from God, and I knew that my only hope was to cling to Jesus and the price He paid for me. Some might doubt that a child can really understand enough to make a such a decision. I admit that I have questioned that same thing, but I have come to the conclusion time and time again that my decision to lean on Christ for salvation was real and genuine.

I mentioned before that I share this special day with my older sister. I miss her so much today! Whether we were close or far apart, sharing this day knit our hearts together in a special way. It is such a blessing to me that I was there when she became a believer, and I was there when she left this world to run into the arms of Jesus. I know that she is celebrating in heaven and that one day I will be there with her. She always got to do things first, and so I like to think she's scouting everything out for me.

Life on the Outside

2011-01-29T21:16:00.003-06:00

After 25 hours spent inside CMC, I was able to get away for a while today. It was so wonderful to feel the sun, breathe fresh air and eat food not purchased in the cafeteria. My girlhood best friend, who I haven't seen in about 10 years, picked me up and treated me to lunch (yes, Mexican food) and a little shopping. I was amazed at how we fell into our old roles and seemed to pick up where we left off. So much is changed in our lives in the last decade (college, marriage, careers and kiddos), but our personalities still mesh like they did when we spent our days playing with Barbies or American Girl dolls.

I was so blessed to spend my evening with another precious friend and my sweet little girl. It's amazing how a hospital room can transform into a place where lives, hearts, and dreams are shared. Real friendship is doing life with one another, and Jane and I have certainly done that. She's seen me transform from a recent college grad to a wife and now to a mommy. She has the gifl of loving and encouraging others and bringing joy and refreshment to a downtrodden heart. Our talks of God's love, the love we have for our men, and mommyhood served as a great reminder that the world keeps spinning and God is still working, eventhough my life seems like it's at a standstill.

For Such a Time as This

2011-01-26T17:25:00.003-06:00

Today was my first full day in Dallas with Little Miss after being flown here yesterday morning. It was a whirlwind morning. By 11, we had ridden in an ambulance and flown in a helicopter. It's so hard to see a little one sick, especially when she struggles to breathe. I was overwhelmingly relieved to see her get some help. Though much of the experience was intense, I had a sense of calm- calm because I know that God is in control and calm because we have been through a similar experience with Jack. In fact, at one point, I looked at Chad and said, "Same song, second verse." I believe that God uses our experiences to prepare us for things later on down the road. This has most certainly been true in this case. Almost 4 years ago, we spent 3 weeks in the NICU with newborn Jack because his preemie lungs weren't quite strong enough to work on their own. Then, 2 months ago, I watched my sister struggle to breathe in her final days in the ICU. It's not that I'm comfortable with IVs or cannulas or the thought of intubation; I have just seen them work and provide comfort for people I love. I am so thankful that God prepared us to be there for our sweet little girl by guiding us through Jack's first weeks and Christie's death. We believe that this might be why God brought Little Miss into our family, even if it is for a season. It is a joy to love her and take care of her. I did promise her that our next girls' trip would look much different.

A Touch of Pink

2011-01-20T12:03:00.003-06:00

For over 3 and a half years, I have lived very happily in the land of blue. I call it Man World. From the day our first son was born, I've been outnumbered, and the scale has continued to tip in favor of the men. I say that in jest. I never imagined that I would be a mom of three boys, but I love my little "mantourage" so dearly. I will confess, that there is a soft spot in me for little girls.

I freely admit that I've had a tug on my heart to add a little pink addition to our family for a while. Last Friday, that dream came true. We got a call around 8:30 asking if we take another foster placement- this time a 2 month old baby girl. After some fast prayer and fast discussion with Chad, we decided to welcome her into our home. As I waited for her to come, I had the same sense of excitement and anticipation that I did when I used to wait for Chad to pick me up for a date. After waiting all day, she arrived around 5 that evening. She warmed and broke my heart in the same moment. She brought very little with her except the strong smell of smoke. Like any baby, she has responded beautifully to feeling loved and safe. I am so grateful for the opportunity to take care of her and love her, even if it's just for a season.

So in the past 3 months our family of four has become a family of six. We can't believe it sometimes, and there are many times we feel like we might be crazy. Despite feeling overwhelmed much of the time, we know that God is challenging our family to live differently. All over the world, men, women and families suffer for the sake of showing the love of Jesus to a hurting and searching world. We are blessed to live lives that don't require too much persecution or suffering. The ease of our life can make us comfortable and content to stay under the radar. I'm learning that having an impact on this world means being willing to challenge myself and lay myself out for others. It's so hard, and I confess that I blow it most of the time. Thank God for grace!!!!

We're not trying to be super people. There's nothing super about us. God has called us and we know without a doubt that we are totally dependent on God to equip us as well. I am awed at His faithfulness to take our brokenness, selfishness and inadequacy and use it.

Confessions from the Kiosk

2011-01-13T15:57:00.003-06:00

Whether you find them at the office, at home, or with a cup of coffee at Starbucks, most bloggers are found sitting. Not me. Not today. I'm standing at what we call our "kiosk." My genius husband, by way of his magical techie wand has, transformed our living room television into a 42" monitor. I often find myself like I am right now, perched in front of the screen, standing on one leg with the other leg bent against my knee. Think flamingo. It's quite amusing, and by far the most agile thing I do.

Inspired by a friend to share a piece of personal trivia (#2 is for you, Val), I thought I'd make a list of some silly and little-known tidbits about myself.

1. I hate Styrofoam plates/to-go boxes. The squeak they make gives me the eebie geebies.

2. In fourth grade, I proudly sported a gold locket containing a picture of Kevin Costner that I cut out of my Bodyguard soundtrack (it was a tape, too!).

3. I have had my Miranda Rights read to me.

4. I once cried while watching USC football and explained my tears by saying, "It's just such beautiful football."

5. I wore my dad's shorts in junior high and cinched them up with his woven leather belt.

6. I have a weakness for kids' cereal.

7. I color-code my closet.

8. My sisters and I can quote "The Princess Bride" almost all the way through.

9. I was the one who broke the pencil sharpener in 1st grade by trying to sharpen a purple crayon.

10. Instead of having an imaginary friend, I had an imaginary planet (complete with holidays).

Never a Dull Moment

2011-01-05T12:56:00.002-06:00

I'm sitting in A's nursery, which is also the home of our family computer. Currently, A is in my lap ( he's a little fussy from his shots), Jack is working with an Allen wrench, and Luke has just been told that the changing table is not a fort. Minutes ago, Jack was standing behind me pretending to dry my hair with his toy drill turned blowdryer. I just love his imagination!

There is always something going on around here, that's for sure. In the crazy hustle and bustle that is life with three children, I am so often guilty of getting overwhelmed and frustrated with my kids. I find myself saying no when I should say yes, ignoring things that I shouldn't, and missing out on opportunities to play and teach. Another of my goals this year it to treasure each day, each moment more. I'm going to try to challenge myself to let my kids be independent and trying more "big kid" things without worrying too much about the mess that might result. So far, that's been letting my big 2 use scissors. Sitting at the dining table with their new scissors and being able to go to town on pieces of construction paper has been super fun for them and good for me.

Today, A and I were able to have some time just the 2 of us. Now, we were at a doctor's check-up, we were by ourselves nonetheless. We had a great time playing cars, talking, and snuggling. It was a precious time that I know God used to knit our hearts closer together. After over 2 months of trying in my own strength to make us bond, I've finally started praying that God would love him through me. What he has done in the past few days has been nothing short of a miracle.

I'm thankful that the daily performance of the Larsh Family Circus has an intermission. We are certainly a family that believes in, embraces, and relies on siestas. I'm off to quiet the troops with a book and some snuggles before tucking them in for their naps. Rest well!

Kleenex and Confetti

2011-01-01T17:51:00.006-06:00

If my blog were an actual person, I would have to apologize for being such a fickle friend. To say that my lack of posting was purely due to business or plain forgetting would be untrue. Last year was a full year- a year of unexpected hellos and tearful goodbyes.

Chad and I were blessed by the opportunity to travel to Malaysia to teach high school students while their missionary parents attended a conference. It was a very stretching experience. Spring brought little boy crocs, dirty faces, and getting more settled into our new house.

After nearly a year and a half of research and waiting, God finally gave us the green light on pursuing something very special. In early May we found and met with a wonderful foster agency in town and started the process of getting licensed to be foster parents. Someone told me that we, in a manner of speaking, "laid our family on the altar." The journey thus far has been one of faith, questions, and sacrifice. While some days it is just plain hard, it has also refining me and my family.

As camp at PC came with full force, Chad's work schedule left me with more alone time. While many of my friends and family already new him, I made a new friend. His name is Harry Potter. I delved into the 7 book story with much glee and fervor. Chad might say he became a widower of sorts while I had my "Harry-Carrie" time.

At the end of summer, our family had the amazing opportunity to go to family camp. It was awesome! The boys loved it, and it was great to be away and have some time focused on strengthening our family. After working at camp for years, it was a tremendous honor and blessing to be on the other side.

We took somewhat of a hiatus from our foster training during the summer due to a very packed schedule, but we picked up the pace again once September rolled in. Our original goal had been to finish everything by September 1, but multiple bumps in the road pushed us back some. We finally received our license at the end of September.

From outside our windows we could watch the trees change color. The bright and brilliant shades of green morphed into beautiful gold and red. I just love fall! October brought many many events. Chad and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary, Chad celebrated his 28th birthday, and we welcomed a new addition into our family. On October 18, our third son came to live with us. We'll call him "A". He's got the most precious dimples I've ever seen, and he's a big charmer. The boys didn't waste any time in making him feel like a true brother. We have no idea how long he'll be with us. I could be a week, or it could be forever. Only God knows. I struggle so much with trusting him with the details. As Chad says, things don't often make sense from "this side of the tapestry."

November. Probably the hardest month I've ever had. I was invited to attend a women's leadership conference with some other ladies from our church. It was a great experience, and I learned so much about who God says I am. I had little time to process the things I learned before we got the call that my sister (a brave fighter of cancer for almost 6 years) had serious post-surgery complications and was not doing well. We left late on a Thursday night, drove the long 7 hours west, and I headed immediately to the hospital. My brother-in-law came home from his post in the Middle East to be with her, and our family prayed and waited. On November 28, my big sister went to be with Jesus. Even as I type that, it doesn't seem real. We'd know the day would come and in many ways we'd been preparing for it. It was my first experience with saying goodbye to someone close. There has been a strange mixture of joy and sadness, hope and confusion. We celebrated her life with a beautiful service on December 1. She would have loved it. Christie's death has made me question a lot of things and wonder about what heaven must be like. There are many things I don't know, but I do know that God is good and that Christie is having a huge party with Jesus. We placed our faith in Christ on the same day back in 1990, and I was with her when she left the pain and brokenness of this world and ran into His arms.

The year finished with the typical swirl of holiday activity. While we worked hard to treasure and focus on the true meaning of Christmas, the fact is that we just weren't in the mood to celebrate much. I have to believe that's ok. Even the best of days can be tainted by an empty seat at the table.

As I do my best to welcome 2011, I admit that I am fearful of what this year will bring. Perhaps that is one of the reasons I have set the goal to blog more regularly this year. For me, blogging is a way to organize and express my thoughts. That's not something I'm good at doing verbally, but writing definitely helps. I hope that writing this year will also make me more introspective and also more transparent with anyone who might happen to read this.

2010 was a year of very real pain, anticipation, frustration, and joy. I think I've had the full gamut of emotions. Today, I believe God gave me a sneak peek of what He wants to do in me this year. There are many ways I have been broken, and there are many walls that still need to come down. I have to trust that all of this is so that He can rebuild me. My prayer is that I will let him, that I will put all my eggs in His basket, that I will let go of the lies, the fears, and the control that I've been trying to hold onto. If you're reading this, I give your permission and even ask you to keep me accountable. Ask me how I'm doing. As me if I'm letting God work in me. Ask me anything.

Thank you for sharing in the journey that's ahead.

Little Boys are Made of...

2010-01-03T21:10:00.002-06:00

I've found the popular poem to be very true, especially as I watch Jack get bigger. Now, we haven't had to deal with snakes or snails yet, but we have had many encounters with dirt, grime, and other boyish things. Yesterday was a great example.

I had just come home from my WW meeting and was greeted warmly by my manly trifecta- always my favorite part of Saturday. I asked Jack, "How much do I love you?" He stretched his arms out as far as he could reach and said, "This BURP much!" in his most many voice. It was incredible. The burp sounded like it came from a 50 year old man who just finished a bottle of IBC root beer in a single chug. I somehow managed to suppress my laughter long enough to ask, "Jack, what do you say when you burp?" He instantly replied, "That was a good one! It was fast!." After more hysteric laughing, he did finally say excuse me.

Oh, the magic of bringing up little boys!

Raising Boys

2009-12-15T14:36:00.004-06:00

I never in a million years would have thought that I would be a mother of 2 little boys! I confess that I often asked myself, "what would I do with boys?" Well, I couldn't have picked a sweeter life. I treasure (or I try to) each day with them. I'm learning how to get dirty, rough and tumble play, race cars, fix things, and a million other little boy activities. It is a constant adventure.

Jack got his toolbox out and was fixing the red car. I told him he was working like Grandpa and Daddy do. I know it won't be long before he's out in the garage with them working on projects.

Now that they are both on the go, I get the joy of watching them run around together. Luke works so hard to keep up with Jack. I can tell Luke is so excited to have the freedom that comes with walking. Jack loves having a playmate. He is also very helpful when Luke gets stuck or frustrated. He helps him get out of chairs, into riding toys, and with toys that go out of control. He's a tremendous leader.

This is one of their (mainly Jack's) new favorite activities. They like to get books and cars and play with them in Luke's crib. The also turn it the crib into a wrestling cage sometimes. It's really nice for when I need to sweep their room. I am so blessed that they love to be together.

Turkey Day

2009-12-15T14:15:00.005-06:00

*This should have been posted right after thanksgiving, but we put the computer away to start painting the guest room/office bookshelves.*

We have so much to be thankful for! This year, we made a list of some of the reasons we have to be thankful. We have a great church, amazing family and friends, Chad has a great job, etc. Jack told me he was thankful for "eggs, sausage, and pancakes," which happened to be what he was eating for dinner. He also said that Luke is thankful for Jesus. I just love his precious heart.

We had a really fun Thanksgiving day. We started the morning with the Tyler Turkey Trot. We loaded the boys in our double jogger and walked the 5k. It was wonderful to be outside as a family

After our walk and some rest, Chad's parents joined us for dinner. We're not big turkey people, so we opted to grill steak and chicken. I've since renamed Chad "The Grillmaster." It was delicious! I tried to make my Mom's homemade rolls, but it was a total bust. We were very thankful for Pillsbury!

It was special to have a blend of my family traditions, Chad's family traditions, and some we have started with our our crew. I look forward to more opportunities to practice being thankful and teaching our sons what that really means.

Under the Table and Reading

2009-11-16T13:13:00.004-06:00

The boys have developed quite the love for reading, and I am thrilled. We have been to the library several times, and we always leave with a huge pile of books. I guess that's what happens when you have a mom who loves children's books as much as her kids do.

One of our favorite things to do is move the chairs away from the dinning table, pile pillows underneath it, and crawl into our fort with all our books. I was so proud when Jack pointed out the letters "L" and "O" while we were reading one of his favorite books, Gallop! He wanted to find them on each page, and I don't think he missed one.

Mr. Luke has become quite the walker, after toying with everyone about it for over 6 weeks. He'll go get a book, usually Baby Bear, Baby Bear, and bring it to us saying, "bu, bu" for "book, book". It's adorable.

A Knowable God

2009-11-05T13:29:00.002-06:00

My ladies' Bible Study has spent the last year and a half studying the Bible book-by-book. We've been in the prophets since we started up again in September, and I have learned so much. I have been so struck by God's pleas for His people to know Him, seek Him, hear Him, and return to Him. Seeing God's heart for relationship with us has been incredible! I've been so hungry to read this week- both in the Word and in other books about God. Yesterday, I picked up Knowing God by Packer and read the first Chapter (I'm taking it slow). I was blown away by what God showed me. Unlike the gods of other religions, my God doesn't just desire obedience. Yes, He calls me to obey, but His desires for me are deeper than the obedience you see in other religions. God wants me to know Him!!!! I'm letting that sink in again and again. He doesn't want robots who do His bidding. I am so thankful for that! He wants to be known, sought, and loved by His children. What a beautiful gift! We have a Creator who makes Himself accessible to us! May I press on to know Him today.

What a Mighty Good Man

2009-10-23T17:42:00.008-05:00

Yesterday was Chad's 27th birthday, and I loved getting to celebrate him all day long. The boys and I went and got balloons, which was a super exciting experience for Jack. He talked about them all day. Jack also helped me bake Chad's cakes (Yes, that's plural. We love our cake around here). I really had to let go of my perfectionism and let him be a little boy and make little boy messes. We had a wonderful friend watch the kiddos, and we had a very nice grown up dinner with 10 of our amazing friends. The evenings merriment concluded with singing and enjoying chocolate chip pound cake. I have the most wonderful husband, and it was a treat to give him a special day.

Celebration

2009-10-20T22:52:00.011-05:00

LORD, you establish peace for us; all that we have accomplished You have done for us.

Isaiah 26:12

Last August, I joined Weight Watchers to lose the weight I'd gained while being pregnant with both boys. Not only has God used the last 14 months to change my body, but he has refined my heart and my mind as well. I am thrilled to say that I have met my goal! To Him be the glory!!!!

Before (August 2008)

After (October 2009)

The Prodigal Blogger Returns

2009-10-20T22:05:00.004-05:00

I can't believe it's been nearly 6 months since I've posted anything. So much has happened!!! Here's a recap of the last few months. I'll try my best to keep my words few.

May:

Camp started

We bought our first house (Hurray!!!!)

June:

Luke turned 1

We moved into our new nest

the boys spent 2 weeks with my wonderful parents

Chad and I took a vacation

July:

Jack turned 2

Grandad came and remodeled our kitchen

August:

All three sisters/aunts came to visit

I had the flu (oink, oink)

September:

Bible study started for the year

Jack promoted to real Sunday school and started potty training

October:

Annual Lubbock trip complete with Tech football game

Chad and I celebrated our 3 year wedding anniversary

It's funny how quickly I forget what goes on in our daily lives. It's so good to look back and remember the ways God daily sustains our family. His handwriting has been all over the past 6 months- we've had prayers answered, doors opened and closed, seen healing, cried, laughed, welcomed new babies, and found ourselves in over our heads. Through it all, our God is faithful!

I'm going to try to be more diligent in posting. Not because I expect people to read this. I think that was my problem before. I didn't feel like I had much to say. Now, I see that this is another way for me to mark God's workings in our lives. These posts can serve as Ebenezer stones to help me remember the great things the Lord has done in us, for us, and through us.

Prayer

2009-04-20T09:38:00.002-05:00

Last Tuesday morning, God did something amazing in our family. The boys and I were minutes away from leaving for Bible study when the power randomly went out. Most moms can understand that you need breaks in your days, and Bible study has become my life line and a much needed pillar in our week. I was going to be devastated to miss it, especially because it was the last one of the spring. Jack was very confused that his movie had suddenly turned off, so he turned and started asking me about his movie. Left to myself, I know I would have just been bummed and waited anxiously for the power to come on, but thankfully, God didn't leave me to myself. I knew he wanted me to pray. So I knelt down next to Jack and we prayed for God to turn the power on again. I had barely finished saying Amen when the lights and tv came back on!!! We were so excited. I am so thankful that my God cares about the little details of our lives. After thank Him, we loaded into the car and headed to church. Little did I know that another reminder of my selfishness was about to unfold. Jack has started asking for me to hold him quite a bit by saying "Up here, Mommy." He knows I can't hold him in the car, and I told him no several times. It didn't take long for me to start getting annoyed. I was trying to have some "me" time in the car, and he was interfering. After a while, I realized that he was saying something totally different. Instead for "Up here, Mommy, " he was saying "A prayer, Mommy!" He had seen God answer a prayer in such a clear way that his little heart wanted to approach God's throne with confidence over and over again. He told everyone about God turning our power back one, and he has continued to ask me to pray for things, sometimes over and over. When I find myself getting annoyed at having to pray for the ambulance we saw for the 4th or 5th time, God reminds me that it is a joy and a privilege to pray, especially with my 21-month-old. We have prayed for helicopters, fire trucks, ambulances, and God will bring things to my mind that I have never thought of before. We prayed for a friend with cancer and saw that prayer answered! My number one desire for my sons is that they love God deeply and follow him with all their hearts. I have been reminded this week that my desire for them is not a one time event that will occur when they are older. It is a journey that starts now, praying for fire trucks and the electricity.

Makita Chiquita

2009-03-24T15:17:00.002-05:00

It was a dreary Tuesday afternoon, approaching naptime. I was minding my own business performing routine domestic duties, when I caught Jack trying to stuff his animal magnets into the openings on the front of the dishwasher (you know, where the lock lever is). Despite rescuing one of the animals, I realized, to my horror, that 3 other innocent animals were stuck and dangling precariously over the abyss leading to the inside of the dishwasher door. (I sure wish I could draw a diagram). Using my dexterous upper phalanges, I was able to rescue a rooster and a goose. Sadly, I couldn't save the cat. Down she went into the darkness. I did not despair, however. I summoned my Super Tool Girl powers and retrieved Chad's Mikita electric screwdriver from the garage and preceded to remove the back of the dishwasher door. 7 screws and 1 battery change later I spotted the lost magnet. Using a kitchen spatula, I was able to reach and rescue Jack's lost toy. I was shocked to discover that I had not rescued the cat but another lost magnet- Lassie! It took some more finagling before I was able to return the cat and Lassie back to their rightful places on the front of the dishwasher and secure all of the screws. I then holstered my weapon...I mean put the Mikita back in it's case and turned may attention back to the laundry. Just another day as the mom of 2 busy little men.!

Above Par Date Night

2009-03-23T14:18:00.004-05:00

My parents and younger sister spent the last 5 days with us. We had a wonderful time taking the boys to the zoo, doing a little shopping, house hunting, and the girls all got lovely pedicures. Never a dull moment.

Saturday, thanks to my wonderful parents, Chad and I were able to get away and have a night to ourselves. After screaming "FREEDOM" when we left the house and plotting to possibly never come back, we decided begin our date night adventure. We're usually content with grabbing dinner at Chick-Fil-A and running errands, but Chad and I made a pact that we would go eat somewhere we can't go to with the boys. Shogun's won, and we were not disappointed.

After managing to get our overly stuffed selves from the table to the car, we decided to drive by a house and then head to Hobby Lobby. I know that sounds sad, but we'd been trying to go for weeks. It was nice to wonder around and look at whatever we wanted. After making our selections, we left and headed back to the car. We considered going to a movie, but as parents of 2 little guys who had been entertaining all weekend, we were afraid that a movie in a cold dark theater would just put us to sleep. Now, if you know Tyler at all, you know that it's not exactly abuzz with activity. We didn't want to walk around the mall or Target (our typical date night activities), and we didn't want to go home either. Then, it came to us. Like finding money in a coat pocket, we were thrilled to rediscover a wonderful childhood pastime- miniature golf! We spend the next hour and a half dodging water traps, putting while standing underneath the leaves of a huge tree, and enjoying Putt Putts 2 resident cats Addison and Zoe. My golfing techniques need a little tweaking...ok, I'm terrible, but that didn't stop us from having fun. We hadn't connected like that in a long time. We paid for 2 games and got the 3rd one free, and since we only played 1 game, we get to go back twice! Maybe next time we'll get egg rolls and the concession stand. We concluded our night away by satisfying my almost ever-present sweet tooth. Thank you Braum's!

Dancing with Barbie

2009-03-18T08:17:00.002-05:00

I was recently challenged by a woman at my Weight Watchers meeting to "put on my big girl undies" and start working out. I've found that if I argue w/ myself about it, the anti-workout part of me almost always wins. So, this morning I decided to start the day with a little aerobics. I searched youtube for workout videos, and I discovered a Barbie dance workout from the early 90's. For nearly 30 minutes, I danced with an animated Barbie and 10 or so teenyboppers, including Jennifer Love Hewitt. I've included a link to the workout for your own amusement. I love the fact that Barbie told me several times that I'm wonderful. Oh, the things we do to better ourselves!

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Under the Table and Dreaming

2009-03-14T10:42:00.003-05:00

Luke's found a new favorite spot- underneath his saucer. He usually takes some of the Handy Manny tools with him so he can do any needed tune-ups.

Hiatus Over, House Hunt Begun

2009-03-12T21:57:00.003-05:00

So after 3 months of blogging hiatus, I've decided to pick up my computerized quill yet again and delve back into sharing my world on cyberspace.

Here's a very brief update on what's going on in the Land of the Larshes:

Luke had cut 2 teeth with more coming soon. He's so ready to crawl, and he's getting more and more frustrated by his lack of mobility. He does, however, spin, roll and army crawls. I know he's ready to follow Jack.

Jack is talking all the time! He's saying things like, "bagging area," "watch this," and "Luke is sleeping." He's counting to 10 and leaves us in stitches as the dances around the house. He got his first haircut in January, and it'll be time for another trim soon.

Chad continues to amaze me with his genius. He's working hard making sure that PC has the best technology available and that everything is working smoothly. I'm so thankful that he loves his job and the people he works with.

I'm staying busy keeping up with the little dudes. Never a dull moment around here. Some of you may remember my Hannah vs. Holsteins challenge from back in the fall. Well, the group pretty much disbanded. I'm am excited to say that I've kept at it, and I've lost nearly 50 lbs. since I was in the hospital having Luke. I have about 12 lbs. to go, and I hope to get there by his first birthday.

We're excited to announce that we've started looking to buy a house here in Tyler. We went and looked at our first 6 options last night. Our realtor is great! He has us nick-name the houses to help us remember them. We've seen "the cute old lady" house and "red, white, and awkward" to name a few. We're excited to see where God leads us.

Off to go play cars and blocks. I'll post some pics soon.

Missing Baby Jesus

2008-12-10T10:47:00.007-06:00

I come from a long line of women who love to decorate for Christmas. My Mom and Grandmothers both decorate to the nines. Christmas would not be the same for me without a tree, a nativity scene, and a menagerie of snowmen. When Chad and I became a family of our own, we started talking about how we wanted to celebrate Christmas, and this discussion has deepened with the birth of our two precious sons. It is our heart that we instill in our boys the true meaning of Christmas. To quote a Christmas song that means a great deal to me, I want other people to know that Christmas is a time when we "celebrate the day that You (Jesus) were born to die so I could one day pray for You to save my life."

Now, our boys are still too young to grasp some aspects of Christmas, but we decided to start teaching them the Christmas story early. Jack knows who Baby Jesus is, although he says "Jeez" instead of "Jesus." Melts my heart every time. Last year, Jack was given an adorable nativity set that he can play with. It's been on the floor of the boys' room with pieces strewn about in all directions. This morning, decided to clean off the fireplace hearth and arrange Jack and Luke's nativity so they can see it and play with it. I found the stable, animals, shepherds, Mary, and Joseph. I even found the angel and 2 of the wisemen. After some searching, I was able to locate the third magi under Jack's bed. I had every member of the initial Christmas story, except the most important player- Baby Jesus!!! I spend a good deal of time crawling around on the floor looking under furniture and digging through cubbies full of toys. I still couldn't find Him anywhere.

My search for baby Jesus struck a heart string. It is so easy to miss Jesus in Christmas. With the hustle and bustle of the season, I am so quick to forget that Christmas is about celebrating the birth of a tiny, vulnerable baby who was born to 2 very young and inexperienced parents. He wasn't born in a hospital, or even somewhere clean, for that matter. A stable was his shelter. While His entrance into the world may seem meager, all of heaven rejoiced! Angels came and told of His birth. Men traveled miles and miles to lay their eyes on Him. The most beautiful love story in all of history had the most humble and the most miraculous beginning. I do not want to lose Jesus in my Christmas. The nativity scene means nothing without Him. Christmas means nothing without Him. My life means nothing without Him.

I am pleased to report, that our Baby Jesus was found at last. He was in the kitchen underneath the window. I'm sure Jack carried Him in there, all the while saying, "Baby Jeez." He is now safely in His place on the hearth.

May you too find and keep Jesus this Christmas.

etsy.com- I wish there was a patch.

2008-11-26T20:59:00.003-06:00

If you haven't experienced etsy.com, it's awesome. However, you will quickly find yourself spiraling down an endless road of internet wandering. One treasure inevitably leads to looking at the sellers other items or deciding to hunt for something else. If you struggle with spending too much time surfing the web, you'll need some serious accountability. They should put a warning on their website. It is, as the lovely EKB would say, magical.

Please Keep Your Hands Inside the Trolly

2008-11-18T17:14:00.002-06:00

I just got back from a wonderful weekend in San Francisco. It was an adventure, to say the least. We explored Chinatown, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, at fish-n-chips on the wharf, almost kicked a homeless man in a sleeping bag, got sent to and escaped from prison, hugged a giant Redwood tree, got caught in a parade, and drove down the world's most curvy street in an Expedition. I could share one funny story after another, but I'd like to write about a few very real lessons I learned.

It didn't take me long to realize that I'm afraid of the "big city." I've lived in my little bubble for so long that any time I find myself outside of it, I panic. I'm afraid of getting lost or mugged, and I hate the feeling of knowing that I'm such a small part of everything around me. These feelings really challenged me. I don't want my boys to grow up being afraid of the world. Yes, I know that as a follower of Jesus, I am called to live a life set apart for holiness, but I don't want my pursuit to honor Him to keep me confined to my hula-hoop of safety. I don't think that's what he wants either. Being exposed to the reality and ugliness of sin and the brokenness of this world is hard to bear, but how can I really develop a love for people if I'm not comfortable meeting them where they are?

I touched on this already, but I want to expand a little. Walking among the skyscrapers, walking in the Muir Woods, and crossing the GG Bridge made me feel so small. I needed a reminder that I am not the center of the universe. It was humbling to remember that I am like a dust spec, and my little world is a teeny tiny part of everything that goes on. Being faced with my own smallness makes me so thankful that my God is so BIG!!!! Yes, he made the ocean and the mountains, but His delight in is Me- the crown of creation! What a beautiful love story. When I saw the sunset in the Bay or gazed at the tallest trees I will probably every see, my heart worshipped. I love and serve a God who made all of those things, whose beauty is indescribable, but I am made in HIS image!

It was an amazing experience to see the beauty of what God has made and to marvel and what He has equipped man to make. I stood on the bridge and was awed at the capabilities that God has given us. He has built in us a desire to make, to build, and to create because He is a God who makes, builds, and creates. These desires are intended to point us to Him. My heart was so saddened when I saw such blatant examples of ways that man has taken what God has made and morphed it into something ugly and unholy. Covenant marriage is no longer seen as picture of God and the Church. It's seen as a civil right available for anyone. We've let it become cheap. My heat just hurts for all of the people who want a cheap imitation when God designed and offers the best. It's like going buying a ring at the dollar store when Tiffany's is across the street. I will admit that I am a people-pleaser and I like for those around me to be happy, but I am not willing to endanger things that are precious to me just so others can feel good. It's a hard and delicate balance, and I pray that God will teach me more and more to be a woman who loves people and who passionately stands for His Truth.

Bye-bye Ball

2008-09-24T17:44:00.003-05:00

I have to report a very sad loss for the Larsh family. Today, while we were attempting to enjoy some playground time before lunch at Pine Cove, Jack's new ball game to it's very sad and untimely demise. Below you can see pictures of Jack recreating the sad event (they toy car represents our real car) and the poor ball. You might be wondering, "How could this story have a happy ending?" Well, the sunshine appeared through the clouds, we dried are tears, drove again to Walmart (i.e. The Mecca of New Balls) and welcomed a new spherical friend into our family.

Lazy Sunday

2008-09-21T22:46:00.008-05:00

Ok, so I just realized that for the past 2 months, I've posted on the 21st of the month. Weird!!! It's not that I don't think about posting at other times. I honestly think about it quite often. It never fails, though, that I get distracted by my precious hooligans, or I'm sucked into the ever-so-wonderful Mallow (that's what we call our bed with the poofy down comforter). Having 2 little boys, momnesia, and life-threatening narcolepsy don't make for frequent posts. Enough of the excuses. I'm moving on.

Lots has happened in the past month. Jack finally decided to feed himself and hold his own cup. This new advancement has revolutionized life in the Larsh house! I'm not exaggerating. Jack has also developed a very extensive vocabulary including the words book, ball, grape, water, and teeth as well as various animal sounds and some signs. We're very proud of our little genius. He's quite the ham. Luke has doubled in size I'm sure. I can't believe how fast the time goes.

Today was Sunday. We started our day with the craziness of getting 4 people ready for church. This might not sound challenging, but when you throw in 2 babies, a mommy who desperately needs a hair cut, and a daddy who is slow to wake up, things can get very interesting. We were excited to get to go to church, b/c it was canceled last week b/c Ike knocked out the power. Boo to hurricanes!!!! After lunch and nap time for the little dudes, we ventured out on a quest to explore the world of photography books (I'm considering a new hobby) and to get Jack a new ball. On our way to the big bad Walmart, a colony of invisible meerkats blocked the entire street, forcing us to detour through the Sonic drive-thru. This is where the magic occurred. It is safe to say that I have arrived at a euphoric state. I have reached the status I have been dreaming about for a long time. Let me explain. When we go to Sonic, I have a slightly unusual drink that I like to order- half Diet Coke, half Diet Dr. Pepper with diet cherry and vanilla. We lovingly call this concoction The Brew. I have long wished that the Sonic employees would recognize my order. Today, it happened. Chad always prefaces my order by warning the drive-thru employee that "this is complicated." It gives them a heads-up. Usually Anna is working the window, and she can recognize the order when we go 2 days in a row (we live on the edge during happy hour on the weekends). Today, a new girl recognized our order. She told us at the window that she started making it even before Chad finished ordering. I HAVE ARRIVED! They know me. They know my order. All I need need now is to be able to pull up and say, "This is Carrie, and I'd like the usual please." Today was one small step for man, but it was a giant leap toward Sonic bliss.

I would like to take a minute to thank all of you who are still reading. I have a tendency to be rather verbose.

Back to the lazy Sunday. We continued our outing, Sonic drinks in hand. We needed 1% milk for the grown-ups and Whole Milk for Mr. Jack. I had also promised Jack that he could get a new ball since he LOVES balls. Jack actually saw the balls before we did and started shouting "BA BA BA!!!" He was so excited. Imagine his heartbreak when we left the first batch of bouncy orbs to search for the really big ones. Despite my best efforts, his 14.5 month-old brain couldn't understand that we were going to keep looking at our options and then make a choice. When no beach-ball size balls could be found, we returned to the first bin. After some debate, we selected a green and blue swirl ball. It looks like a globe. Jack carried the ball all through the store and announced to everyone that he was indeed getting a new ball. He did not like it when we had to take the ball to pay for it or when we had to remove it from his grip in order to put him in his car seat. The boy loves to play ball!!! After Walmart success (with the exception of the scanner's inability to read the barcode on my nail file), we journeyed home. Jack held his new treasure the entire way. You would think we bought him the world. In a way, I guess we did. We bought him a ball that looks like a globe. It's quite possibly the best dollar we've ever spent!

2008-08-21T15:20:00.003-05:00

I can't believe I haven't posted anything in a month. It's been a hard month, but God is good.

Earlier this week, I booked my plane ticket to go to San Francisco in November with Chad and 4 of our great friends. I cannot wait!!! I'm compiling a list of must-do's and must-see's for the trip. So far, I have:

Alcatraz

The Golden Gate Bridge (drive across it and stand on it, if possible)

Fisherman's Whorf

ride a trolley

see the houses that appear on the opening of "Full House"

eat at In & Out (it's sooooo good)

find a box of Rice Roni (it is, afterall, the San Francisco treat)

I'd love you input.

Holsteins vs. Hannah

2008-07-21T11:18:00.003-05:00

I am embarking on a new challenge for the next 4 months. In an effort to be more healthy, get back into my pre-prego clothes, and support several friends with similar goals, I have a joined a team of ladies in a competition we have deemed "Holsteins vs. Hannah." We decided we wanted to loose the weight equivalent of an entire person by December 1st. Who better than Hannah Montana? A dear friend of mine bought a cardboard cutout of afore mention tween superstar along with a cardboard cutout of the much beloved Chick-Fil-A cow. The choice is simple: we can either join forces to loose Hannah Montana, or we can feel like Holstein cows. Sometimes silliness is the exact motivation you need. If you have an tips, please share. For right now, the boys and I are walking around or very elevatious (I made up that word) neighborhood, and I'm watching what I eat (no, I don't mean I'm watching it go into my mouth).

Live from the Wigwam

2008-07-14T21:12:00.001-05:00

We are in the process of coming up with family Indian names. Chad has deemed himself Chief Chaco, and Jack is Little Black Foot because the tops of his feet are always black from crawling around (despite my cleaning efforts). Luke and I are still nameless. Any suggestions?

Frosty Devistation

2008-07-14T21:08:00.000-05:00

Here's a picture of our pathetic frosty. Hollow sadness indeed.

Sweet Tooth Ramblings

2008-07-09T16:11:00.000-05:00

WARNING: READING THIS POST MAY CAUSE THE CONSUMPTION OF SWEETS.

It is not uncommon for Chad to say, "I have a sweet tooth." My reply to this is, "I have a mouth full of sweet teeth." There's just something about a taste of something sweet after dinner (ok...after lunch too) that finishes things off just right. Call it a sugar fetish or a chocolate addiction. Call it whatever you want, but I call it desiring to sample the sweeter things in life and wanting to be well-balanced. After all, chocolate comes from beans which are very good for you. Right?

Anyway, I have a couple of thoughts on desserts. The first one is that we should enjoy our sweet indulgences like Jack enjoyed his first birthday cake. I'll figure out how to post pictures and add them later so you can see the full effect. In honor of his first birthday, we bought Jack his very own 5 inch round cake complete with decadent whipped frosting, green writing, and a #1 candle (which he almost grabbed while it was still lit). This was his first dessert encounter in which he had the control. We weren't just giving him tiny samples. He had the whole glorious cake to himself to do with whatever he pleased. It didn't take but a few seconds after o-so-lovely rendition of "Happy Birthday" finished and after I saved his hand from the flame that he reached his curious hand into the creamy goodness of his cake. When I say reached, I mean grabbed. He entire hand was COVERED in frosting. He then proceeded to cover both hands, both arms, his chest, and some of his head with the icing. As I mentioned, the writing and trim icing on the cake was green, which turned the rest of the icing green as Jack played with it. By the time all was said and done, Jack looked a lot like Oscar the Grouch. Now, in all the theatrics, how much cake did Jack actually eat? I can't say for certain, but I know he probably wouldn't have tasted a single bite if I didn't feed him some. All that to say, he thoroughly enjoyed himself, tasted just a little of t he sweetness, and burned calories in the process. I wish I could be that way with my desserts, minus being totally covered in it, I suppose because other people might be alarmed if I covered myself in ice cream next time we go to Marble Slab. Oh, the joys of childhood.

Last night Chad's softball team played a double header. The boys and I went to cheer him on. It was a great excuse to use our awesome double stroller, get some sun, and see some friends. We have a philosophy about softball games that comes from a Brian Regan sketch on t-ball. Whether you play half the game or the whole game, you get a whole snow cone. Now, a double header certainly deserves a more delectable dessert than a snow cone. After the games were over, and we were safely inside our CRV Mifflin, I asked Chad what his sweet tooth was craving. Seeing as how we were all drenched from the unexpected downpour that coincided with the last 15 minutes or so of the 2nd game, we decided to go somewhere close to home to grab some dinner and sweet treat. That meant Wendy's. We ordered are burgers, fries, and a medium frosty, and headed home. As an aside, I'm certain the frosty sizes are getting smaller. We ate our late dinner, fed both the boys, put them to bed, somehow avoided an emotional breakdown due to exhaustion, and eventually settled onto the couch to enjoy our frosty. The first couple of bites were magical. Nothing like cold, creamy, chocolately goodness at the end of a long day. Suddenly, to our horror, one of our bites revealed a chasm in the center of the frosty. I'm serious. The entire center of the cup was empty. There are somethings in this world that are supposed to have holes in them- a donut, a tire, a ring, a life preserver, a hula hoop, but a frosty is NOT one of them!!! We had been gipped for sure. If we didn't have kids, and it hadn't been so late, I might have gone back up to Wendy's and asked for a replacement. Instead, we just stared into the abyss in the middle of our late-night post-game escape. Fortunately, the frosty's tastiness factor was not affected by it's lack of volume. The moral of the story is either check your dessert before leaving the venue, or get 2 just to be safe.

I can't believe that I was able to write this with out stopping to get a sweet treat. I guess finishing the rest of the sad frosty after lunch helped.

Tennis

2008-07-03T13:34:00.000-05:00

In an effort to become more "cultured," I've been watching Wimbledon on tv. I have zero experience with tennis besides hitting a ball around when I was in elementary school and trying to rock a coral-colored tennis skirt that my aunt (who worked for Head Golf at the time) gave me for my birthday. I realized the other day just how little I know about tennis when the player who won the match was actually the one I thought lost. Talk about sad. I can't even tell who wins. I find tennis to be confusing to watch. I understand the basic concept- hit the other ball in such a way as to keep your opponent from hitting it back to you. Terms like deuce, love, and advantage leave me mind-boggled. I told Luke the other day that I would learn all about tennis if he decides on day that he wants to aspire to become a tennis champion (we watch Wimbledon while he's taking his lunchtime bottle b/c it's on when Ellen usually is). While watching Serena Williams today, I decided that I could find my own place in the magical world of tennis. I will be a ball girl. There are several advantages to this prestigious post. First, you get to watch and learn the game. Second, you don't have to run around too much. Third, and most importantly, you get to dress the part. I like the idea of being what I call and athletic poser- someone who is not athletically inclined personally but who dresses the part. I think I'd like wearing the shoes, skirt, polo, and visor. Who knows, maybe years from now Luke will be playing in the championship and I'll be tossing him neon yellow balls so he can serve.

Maternity Pants

2008-07-02T12:04:00.000-05:00

As the mom of an almost-1-year-old, and a 3 and 1/2 week old, I've spent the last year and a half of my life in maternity pants. Now that both boys are here and thriving, the time has come for me to embark on the challenging mission: GET BACK INTO REGULAR CLOTHES. Now, I'm way excited about wearing all of my clothes that have been stored away in plastic bins since what seems like the dawn of time. However, I have a few items of mom-wear that I'm not ready to forgo. These would be my maternity pants. More specifically, my maternity jeans. I don't understand why everyone doesn't embrace the awesomeness of these garments. Why would I forsake my elastic waste-band and zipper/button-free bliss to return to regular jeans? I don't have to worry about whether or not the zipper is broken, and I don't have to go change into sweats if I eat to much Mexican food (which occurs often). Maybe I'm just lazy, but I truly believe that Mommy jeans are amazing. I have a goal of being able to wear my pre-baby jeans by mid-November, but, who knows. I may meet the goal and just get smaller Mommy jeans. They're just too great to give up.

Here We Go

2008-07-02T11:59:00.000-05:00

Here we go. I'm officially joining the world of blogging. I've been thinking about it for a while, but something held me back from doing it. Actually, there were a lot of things. One, I'm technologically challenged. Two, I'm not sure who (if anyone) will read my ramblings. Three, time. Well, I've decided to throw caution to the wind and give this a go. I'm excited. Thankfully, my genius hubby got me set up. Now I'm ready to let my witty ramblings lose. Hopefully, I'll be insightful, funny, and not too boring.