1/2 Cup Yogurt
1/2 Cup Milk
1 Banana
1/2 bag frozen fruit
Blend and....
Yum! Yum! Delicious Mama! This is actually my smoothie she is finishing after she slurped down her own. Cutie pie...
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Precious Kiddos
Here are some more recent pics of our wonderful, precious kiddos. Grace is really learning to pose and say "cheese" for each photo. She has so much personality. She also helped make the 2 month sign for Elijah that she was very proud of . They are such a blessing!
Poor buddy |
Cheese!!! |
Watching the US Open |
This is all Grace's creation. Poor Emma. |
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Wildfires
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied."
Matthew 5:1-6

Horrifying. Devastating. Tragic. The wildfires across Texas and surrounding us leave my heart aching. Aching for the people who are hurting in so many ways. I have seen so much destruction on the news over the past few years, but nothing has hit closer to home. Maybe its because Bastrop is a place we frequently visit, maybe it is the smell of burning wood in the air, or maybe it is the eerie haze in the sky that hurts my eyes....but whatever the case these wildfires leave my family watching wide eyed as the fire continues to eat up the land without any resolve...
So yesterday my husband explained he couldn't sit and watch. He had to do something. But what to you do when you are not a first responder, fire fighter, or red cross volunteer? My husband began making phone calls hoping there was a church or organization he could jump in and help serve. He finally connected with one church that welcomed his company, so we gathered what little we had to donate and he drove off to Bastrop with a friend from church while I watched the kiddos at home.
Not knowing exactly what they were going to do when the got there, my husband and his friend dropped off the donations at the church contact and drove to the Catholic Church where hundreds of families were seeking shelter from the fire. Hoping they would let them in, the church received them with welcome arms. They gathered some gospel tracks and began talking to the people inside hearing story after story of homes and job sites burned. Some with and without insurance. Some not knowing if they would still have a job. Some losing everything they own. Some not knowing if they have a home to go back to. They were so hungry for encouragement and prayers. They welcomed any smile, any hug and anyone they could talk to. One lady from the church cried when they left just because their presence alone was an encouragement.
My husband didn't do anything special. He didn't organize a big crowd, donations or fire relief. He simply showed up, encouraged and shared Jesus.
I know there are so many ways we can show our support for the victims of this fire, and I know I become quickly discouraged because I feel so helpless. But if nothing else, our compassion speaks volumes. Whether in person or through prayers, these people need our love, need our encouragement and need to know someone cares. We would be amazed what a difference it would make.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied."
Matthew 5:1-6
Horrifying. Devastating. Tragic. The wildfires across Texas and surrounding us leave my heart aching. Aching for the people who are hurting in so many ways. I have seen so much destruction on the news over the past few years, but nothing has hit closer to home. Maybe its because Bastrop is a place we frequently visit, maybe it is the smell of burning wood in the air, or maybe it is the eerie haze in the sky that hurts my eyes....but whatever the case these wildfires leave my family watching wide eyed as the fire continues to eat up the land without any resolve...
So yesterday my husband explained he couldn't sit and watch. He had to do something. But what to you do when you are not a first responder, fire fighter, or red cross volunteer? My husband began making phone calls hoping there was a church or organization he could jump in and help serve. He finally connected with one church that welcomed his company, so we gathered what little we had to donate and he drove off to Bastrop with a friend from church while I watched the kiddos at home.
Not knowing exactly what they were going to do when the got there, my husband and his friend dropped off the donations at the church contact and drove to the Catholic Church where hundreds of families were seeking shelter from the fire. Hoping they would let them in, the church received them with welcome arms. They gathered some gospel tracks and began talking to the people inside hearing story after story of homes and job sites burned. Some with and without insurance. Some not knowing if they would still have a job. Some losing everything they own. Some not knowing if they have a home to go back to. They were so hungry for encouragement and prayers. They welcomed any smile, any hug and anyone they could talk to. One lady from the church cried when they left just because their presence alone was an encouragement.
My husband didn't do anything special. He didn't organize a big crowd, donations or fire relief. He simply showed up, encouraged and shared Jesus.
I know there are so many ways we can show our support for the victims of this fire, and I know I become quickly discouraged because I feel so helpless. But if nothing else, our compassion speaks volumes. Whether in person or through prayers, these people need our love, need our encouragement and need to know someone cares. We would be amazed what a difference it would make.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
2 months!
Time goes by faster and faster. Elijah Ray is 2 months today, and he is growing up way too fast. I tell people often that I try to cherish every little moment I have with him because they went by so fast with Grace. He is so much bigger, longer and more alert. We went to the doctor today and he is 12.6 lbs and 23 inches. He is in the 50 percentile, but he seems so big to me. He is no longer looking like a newborn. Why are we so silly as moms? We want them to grow up healthy and strong, but it is bittersweet when they do. We want them to hurry up and crawl, walk, and go off to school but when they do we are so sad that that time is gone. I am starting to appreciate more and more every moment I have with both of them. I quickly forgot how precious each stage was with Grace, but now with two, Elijah reminds me to cherish every day because it goes by soooo fast! Thank you Lord for a healthy, happy, alert and smiling 2 month old. Happy 2 months Elijah!
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