We think she's JUST about ready...
Or maybe not...
diy pecan pumpkin cold brew!!
2 years ago
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Man's Best Friend?
Pea has been saying she wants a dog, a girl one. Below is what she's resorted to. Even creating an entire fake birthday party where she receives this as a gift. Oh my!
We think she's JUST about ready...
Or maybe not...
We think she's JUST about ready...
Or maybe not...
Monday, March 14, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Facebook Fast
I'm back.
Literally and figuratively.
This week I did a facebook, texting, and blogging fast in order to clear a space for God in my hectic head. In some manner of speaking it was the change itself that created a pace of life which was softer, quieter, and more focused.
Weirdly the texting was hardest, because I'm not a chain-texter. However it's apparently a large part of my scheduling. Who knew?
To discover that I did not really miss fb and blogging that much was a blessing and still; I genuinely like and look forward to the connection I have made through these small bits of technology. I also missed the writing. A lot. I'd love to report to you that I heard God clearly through the lack of noise because so many times He speaks in a whisper. But more than hear Him, I think I realized that my kids like more of my attention and I truly like to hear myself think. The greater lesson for me was to clear time and space for what He advocates most: relationship. And surprisingly not only with my girls, with God, but with myself.
Not the outcome I expected and not to bury the irony in philosophy speak, but I have been unintentionally drowning out my own voice. Realizing it is fairly easy to do so.
The less you hear yourself, the more you begin to see yourself as one of the unwashed masses. And this is not something I ever want. Certainly it's not how Christ sees me; He sees me as how he made me: human, but unique.
It's a definite possibility I will do this again, almost a certainty. But for now I'm back.
Literally and figuratively.
Literally and figuratively.
This week I did a facebook, texting, and blogging fast in order to clear a space for God in my hectic head. In some manner of speaking it was the change itself that created a pace of life which was softer, quieter, and more focused.
Weirdly the texting was hardest, because I'm not a chain-texter. However it's apparently a large part of my scheduling. Who knew?
To discover that I did not really miss fb and blogging that much was a blessing and still; I genuinely like and look forward to the connection I have made through these small bits of technology. I also missed the writing. A lot. I'd love to report to you that I heard God clearly through the lack of noise because so many times He speaks in a whisper. But more than hear Him, I think I realized that my kids like more of my attention and I truly like to hear myself think. The greater lesson for me was to clear time and space for what He advocates most: relationship. And surprisingly not only with my girls, with God, but with myself.
Not the outcome I expected and not to bury the irony in philosophy speak, but I have been unintentionally drowning out my own voice. Realizing it is fairly easy to do so.
The less you hear yourself, the more you begin to see yourself as one of the unwashed masses. And this is not something I ever want. Certainly it's not how Christ sees me; He sees me as how he made me: human, but unique.
It's a definite possibility I will do this again, almost a certainty. But for now I'm back.
Literally and figuratively.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Tiger Blood
Pea has tiger blood. She's always claimed to be a tiger. When she was younger she would "roar" at us all the time. Hilarious. Saturday afternoon we went to see some ACTUAL tigers at one of our favorite hot spots The Cougar Mountain Zoo. Pea loves this place! This time we took Babe H. Some of our favorite moments?
-Meeting a pink Toucan name Molu (who apparently has a facebook page).
-Hearing the Lemurs "talk" (if was SO LOUD! They have to communicate over miles so you can understand why, but my goodness it was ear splitting...)
-Seeing a white and golden tiger play together.
-Feeding the Lamas & deer.
Low lights?
-The Emus. They were creepy.
-When the Lemur jumped at the girls and Harper instantly started crying. She was petrified. And pea just laughed.
-When Harper ate one of the apples meant for the Lama.
Here are some favorite shots from our adventure!
-Meeting a pink Toucan name Molu (who apparently has a facebook page).
-Hearing the Lemurs "talk" (if was SO LOUD! They have to communicate over miles so you can understand why, but my goodness it was ear splitting...)
-Seeing a white and golden tiger play together.
-Feeding the Lamas & deer.
Low lights?
-The Emus. They were creepy.
-When the Lemur jumped at the girls and Harper instantly started crying. She was petrified. And pea just laughed.
-When Harper ate one of the apples meant for the Lama.
Here are some favorite shots from our adventure!
Friday, March 4, 2011
CHIPS (for real this time)
Somehow in the past week, Babe H has managed to chip her front tooth with out us even knowing until yesterday. I was changing her diaper and bam. What's this? A CHIPPED tooth? WHAT?
How did this go undetected, Nancy Drew? I thought you were goddess of all domestic mysteries. I must be loosing my touch. We made an emergency trip to the pediatric dentist this morning and he said it's from some kind of trauma. He filed it down and we have a follow-up appointment in three months. Please God let it NOT turn black in this time period.
Sufficed to say, here she is in all her glory.
Somehow I think it's befitting to her. Oh, and btw, she will have this chipped tooth until it falls out.
Awesome.
How did this go undetected, Nancy Drew? I thought you were goddess of all domestic mysteries. I must be loosing my touch. We made an emergency trip to the pediatric dentist this morning and he said it's from some kind of trauma. He filed it down and we have a follow-up appointment in three months. Please God let it NOT turn black in this time period.
Sufficed to say, here she is in all her glory.
Somehow I think it's befitting to her. Oh, and btw, she will have this chipped tooth until it falls out.
Awesome.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Week of Random
This is offically the week of random.
I was in the shower thinking all these things and decided to blog them instead. Guess we'll find out if that was a positive choice or not...
Is it wrong that our 3 1/2 year old knows the words to Portlandia's, The Dream of the 90's is Alive in Portland? If I grew up anywhere else; I'd say yes.
Remember my confessed bad habit? Two weeks ago, I walked into Mr. B's and my shared bathroom. There was a trash can on the counter right next to my sink. Apparently, passive aggressive behavior is not limited to women.
I suppose in some ways that's refreshing.
Are you watching the public meltdown of Charlie Sheen?
TIGER BLOOD.
Normally, during breakfast I have the Today Show on in the mornings, but this morning when I had to explain to Pea that some people's BRAINS are sick (rather than the proverbial, "My tummy hurts, Momi!") I thought it best to turn the Bi-Winner off.
One word.
WOW.
In other news, I LOVE Luther Vandross. OK, I said it. I LOVE him, I really do. Especially, Here and Now. Mmmm.
Secretly, I listen to C89.5 on Sundays because it's all Gospel until 2 pm. That is no joke; it's the God-honest truth. That's why I LOVE American Idol!
This Bell household has been watching AI. And while Mr. B mostly laughs at and generally berates all contestants; I faint with amazement at this Jacob Lusk guy. You know, Spa Concierge in Compton, CA. That has to be a tough gig.
Oh and Harper chipped her front tooth. ALREADY. No idea how or when and ugh...currently figuring out the next step to that one!
I was in the shower thinking all these things and decided to blog them instead. Guess we'll find out if that was a positive choice or not...
Is it wrong that our 3 1/2 year old knows the words to Portlandia's, The Dream of the 90's is Alive in Portland? If I grew up anywhere else; I'd say yes.
Remember my confessed bad habit? Two weeks ago, I walked into Mr. B's and my shared bathroom. There was a trash can on the counter right next to my sink. Apparently, passive aggressive behavior is not limited to women.
I suppose in some ways that's refreshing.
Are you watching the public meltdown of Charlie Sheen?
TIGER BLOOD.
Normally, during breakfast I have the Today Show on in the mornings, but this morning when I had to explain to Pea that some people's BRAINS are sick (rather than the proverbial, "My tummy hurts, Momi!") I thought it best to turn the Bi-Winner off.
One word.
WOW.
In other news, I LOVE Luther Vandross. OK, I said it. I LOVE him, I really do. Especially, Here and Now. Mmmm.
Secretly, I listen to C89.5 on Sundays because it's all Gospel until 2 pm. That is no joke; it's the God-honest truth. That's why I LOVE American Idol!
This Bell household has been watching AI. And while Mr. B mostly laughs at and generally berates all contestants; I faint with amazement at this Jacob Lusk guy. You know, Spa Concierge in Compton, CA. That has to be a tough gig.
Oh and Harper chipped her front tooth. ALREADY. No idea how or when and ugh...currently figuring out the next step to that one!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Another Random Tuesday Thoughts
Hello! I have been MIA from writing recently and frankly it's time to end the silent treatment.
And so...
As I type I am enjoying a delicious moment of silence and some chai tea; the powder kind. Don't get me started on the vast difference between this and the liquid version. It's a divide so deep and wide that cannot be crossed.
My house is a complete disaster. I am currently blaming it on the fact that I was out of town last weekend. Laundry, crumbs ground into the fibers of the carpet, and a mess in the playroom that is unprecedented. I think at this moment I'd rather blog.
These past two weeks I have been making the same dim-witted mistakes in raising a baby as I did the first go-round. Example? Using my bath tub as make-shift play pen whilst doing my make-up. Of course, Harper would find the lever of the tub and soak herself RIGHT before we need to go somewhere. How many times did it take me to realize this with Pea. Count 'em: three times. History repeating itself has swayed me towards the conviction that having a another child does not make you an expert, it simply gives you that much more practice. Here's hoping practice makes perfect;)
Lately, everyone we know is having a baby or had one in the past month. The majority boys, except for my sweet niece Molly. I am already scouting husbands for Babe H. I think she's pledged to three boys already. side note: we need to do something with her hair or that might become a problem...
Pearson is one smart cookie. I told her that last week and she said, "No. I'm one smart MUFFIN, Momi." Perfect example of why she's so so fantastic. Currently her favorite thing to say to Tyler is, "No jokes, Dad." We still don't know what the really means, but she seems to be clear on its intended warning.
Ty is participating in the crossfit games starting this month. They are TNT (dynamite) and slightly obsessed over at our gym. He has been training for a while and I'll post with results from his qualifying rounds.
I really, and I mean REALLY need to read my bible right now. I am feeling depleted spiritually and sort of distracted by the smallest things like Alice in Wonderland as she's free falling towards a land of her imagination only to be accidentally saved by her blooming skirt. No thank you, I'd rather live in the knowledge of purposeful and true salvation. Mostly I'm writing this down as an accountability measure. Please feel free to ask me if I have been when you see me or text me to "hit the good book." I'd truly appreciate it.
Yours in the rabbit hole,
And so...
As I type I am enjoying a delicious moment of silence and some chai tea; the powder kind. Don't get me started on the vast difference between this and the liquid version. It's a divide so deep and wide that cannot be crossed.
My house is a complete disaster. I am currently blaming it on the fact that I was out of town last weekend. Laundry, crumbs ground into the fibers of the carpet, and a mess in the playroom that is unprecedented. I think at this moment I'd rather blog.
These past two weeks I have been making the same dim-witted mistakes in raising a baby as I did the first go-round. Example? Using my bath tub as make-shift play pen whilst doing my make-up. Of course, Harper would find the lever of the tub and soak herself RIGHT before we need to go somewhere. How many times did it take me to realize this with Pea. Count 'em: three times. History repeating itself has swayed me towards the conviction that having a another child does not make you an expert, it simply gives you that much more practice. Here's hoping practice makes perfect;)
Lately, everyone we know is having a baby or had one in the past month. The majority boys, except for my sweet niece Molly. I am already scouting husbands for Babe H. I think she's pledged to three boys already. side note: we need to do something with her hair or that might become a problem...
Pearson is one smart cookie. I told her that last week and she said, "No. I'm one smart MUFFIN, Momi." Perfect example of why she's so so fantastic. Currently her favorite thing to say to Tyler is, "No jokes, Dad." We still don't know what the really means, but she seems to be clear on its intended warning.
Ty is participating in the crossfit games starting this month. They are TNT (dynamite) and slightly obsessed over at our gym. He has been training for a while and I'll post with results from his qualifying rounds.
I really, and I mean REALLY need to read my bible right now. I am feeling depleted spiritually and sort of distracted by the smallest things like Alice in Wonderland as she's free falling towards a land of her imagination only to be accidentally saved by her blooming skirt. No thank you, I'd rather live in the knowledge of purposeful and true salvation. Mostly I'm writing this down as an accountability measure. Please feel free to ask me if I have been when you see me or text me to "hit the good book." I'd truly appreciate it.
Yours in the rabbit hole,
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