Sunday, March 29, 2015

Saturday, March 28, 2015

chris is 45 today.

I am really excited for Easter. We have almost finished the ‘props’ for our church puppet show. I am definitely my biggest critic. In my head, it has to be ‘perfect’. I’ve had Chris help me with a few (or more) props that needed that extra touch. The ones that needed a utility knife and some manly love. 
Today is Chris’ 45th birthday. However, on Friday, after he left home from his lunch break to head back to work, the kids went crazy decorating the inside of the house and writing Happy Birthday on the outside of our front room window with window chalk. 
As he came up the walkway after work, we turned on the song “Happy” really, really loud and hid in the front room. There were kids  hiding everywhere-- under the couch, under the coffee table, behind the door and even under the couch cushions. They came out like a SWAT team and shouted “Surprise!” when he walked in. 
It was so much fun that when he went out to move his car, we did a repeat. He had to move his car because he had parked down the street in order to sneak up on us. Ha! We are a little nuts like that. My kids will find any reason to be wild and scream. They went crazy. Two times. 
As a birthday date on Thursday, Chris and I went out to a Greek restaurant recommended by Parker’s track coach. It was Jace’s first time inside a public place. We sat in a far corner away from other people’s germs. ‘Cause I am that kinda Mommy when it comes to my newborns. 
The place was so delicious that I just know I’ll be craving it for our weekly dates. Jace was pretty good most of the dinner given the fact that he’s the type of baby who has to be constantly rocked, held or in motion. If he’s still for longer than a minute--he wakes up. 
Last night, our friend Joshua took Ethan to his ‘end of the season’ basketball party. They went bowling and had a really good time. I’m super blessed to have people in our lives who we can trust and count on when Chris and I just can’t do it all. I’d call that “family”! 
There’s still so much to share mostly since there are 13 of us, but I will stop now because I need to get these props done and make some deviled eggs for the church potluck tomorrow. But, Jace and I won’t be there on Sunday. Not yet. His first day in church will be on Easter Sunday.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Saturday, March 14, 2015

wardrobe change.

Today was a very hot day-- 87 degrees hot. That’s pretty unusual (kinda) for this coastal town where I live. Since the weather is usually mild, we don’t have air conditioning, but we did invest in ceiling fans almost immediately when we bought our home. Thank God we did.  
I had a long ‘to do’ list or more like a ‘must do’ list. I switched all my maternity clothes out of my closet, which is a lot considering that I’ve had eleven babies. Then I had to go through all the clothes which are my ‘after baby’ clothes. 
It was a tedious business to say the least. It wasn’t fun and my front room was filled with giant mounds of clothes. I wish I had taken a picture of it all. Oh my! I honestly had a little melt down because the mess was so overwhelming. 
But Chris went up in the attic and brought down as many storage containers as he could find helping me transition into a new wardrobe. All those maternity clothes and the ones I just can’t seem to squeeze into yet were packed away-- only God knows if I’ll ever wear some of them again.

Friday, March 13, 2015

it's friday.

I’m so happy today is Friday. And I’m so happy it’s March. 

I just bought the girls their Easter dresses. Now I just need to make sure they have pretty shoes to match! Pearl is really sweet-- she still likes to wear big frilly dresses. I love that! 

Jace had a check up this morning at the pediatrician’s office. He’s doing so good! I think that as far as nursing and the first weeks home go, he is, by far, my easiest baby (next to Charlie). I’m so thankful for that. Mostly since I know what it’s like to have a colicky baby (Ethan). 
Last night, we bought all our supplies at Hobby Lobby to start making signs and props for the Easter puppet show. I’m so excited to unleash some creativity-- I think I’ll start this afternoon. The hard part is finding a place to keep it all at our home while I make them and while we practice. Sometimes we’re a little short on space... Yesterday afternoon, our new addition for the show arrived. It was pretty funny since the kids were so excited He got here. 
And Parker had his first track meet last Saturday. Wow-- he left here at 6 am on the team bus and didn’t get home till after 6:30 pm. He then went directly to his basketball awards ceremony. The kid is busy. He also was invited to the Basketball Academy for his team. Not to mention football weight lifting and agility training started up again. He loves it! The best part is that through all this, he has maintained an “A” average for his classes. Praise God! We like that he goes to bed dog-tired and one content young man. 

Thursday, March 12, 2015

the show must go on

Since Easter will be here in less than a month and I just had Jace two weeks ago, I found myself in a little bit of a pickle. Not to mention-- I have caught a cold. Ugh. 
I wanted to make sure my 3 to 5 year old class, which has grown by a couple more children, would be able to preform on Easter morning. And since I love putting on puppet shows, I wanted to have my older kids perform that too. 
Needless to say, it’s a lot to come up with songs, hand motions, props, etc. when you’ve just had a baby.... I was feeling overwhelmed. How could I possibly do it? But I was driven and found my answer. 
Over the weekend Chris, me and the older kids had a puppt meeting and brainstormed ideas. One of them said it felt like we were having a creative meeting for a tv show. 
At first, I wasn’t sure how the Easter puppet show would come out, but suddenly, by the grace of God, my creative ideas started rolling in. God never disappoints. 
And for my preschool aged kids, Sophia, Pearl and Charlie are such super stars that they learned the hand motions and moves for the little shepherds class so quickly and promised to teach them the songs during service while I’m not there. Wow. 
I’m so thankful that they are willing to teach my class their Easter songs and help me out. What a blessing. The show must go on!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

you know you are a biblical family....

when everything goes back to the bible.
A couple weeks before Jace was born Ethan and I were sitting next to each other in church during an evening service. As we read the Scripture along with the preacher (that would be Chris), it mentioned ‘circumcision’. 
At that point, Ethan leaned over and asked me what that was. I whispered that I would tell him at home. 
When we got home, of course, I let Chris explain it. Some things are better for Daddy to explain. Ha! 
Well... when Jace came home, Chris called the boys over saying, “Hey guys, I want to show you something. We’re going to have a Bible lesson-- .” 
Jace hadn’t been circumcised at the hospital and was scheduled to go the Monday after at the pediatrician’s office so Chris thought it was a perfect opportunity to explain it to the boys. 
For a few of them, it was way more than enough. 

Monday, March 9, 2015

we have a vision.

The other day, someone asked Chris what his vision for the church was. His initial response was that he wanted to see growth-- people getting saved their lives having been truly changed forever through Jesus. 
I know that Chris speaks all day long (teaching math at his job) and preaches for 45 minutes three times a week in service and Sunday school as well. That’s a lot of talking for someone who usually doesn’t talk that much. Most the time, he would prefer not to talk at all. He's more of a doer. 
So that was his basic answer, but he decided that he couldn’t just leave it at that. 
What he said, in essence, was this: 
It doesn’t matter if our church remains at 50 people for the rest of our lives as long as my wife and kids love me and are really saved and serving God. What I am doing will have more impact on the world for Christ than you can imagine. My kids want to do something for God, they evangelize their teammates, friends and coaches all the time on their own, they pray for neighbors and nations on their own, they want to go to prayer and read their Bibles, and they love going to church. I may never have a church of more than 50, but my wife and kids are going to heaven. How do you know that there isn’t a megachurch in one of my kids? How do you know that there aren’t 5 or 6 missionaries and pastors or pastor’s wives in my kids? I know it to be true because I’ve seen it with my own pastor and his children. What good would it be to have a huge church, but my kids backslidden and my wife bitter at the ministry? I wouldn’t sacrifice them on the altar of ministry. I’ve seen too many pastors whose kids are not serving God. Someday I will stand before God and He will ask me first about the covenant I made with my wife before Him and my stewardship of the children He has given me. What strikes me most about our mother churches is not their numbers, but the fact that there are multiple generations of the same families serving God together in those bodies. They have hundreds of people who have been there for over 20 years. We want those people here. 

our oldest and our youngest

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Saturday, March 7, 2015

day after.

I know this is out of order, because I haven’t yet talked about Jace’s birth story, but here’s a little bit about the three of us going home. 
You were born on Thursday around four in the afternoon. For the first hour, you were in Mommy’s arms doing the kangaroo thing. After that, they transferred us to a room down the hall.
You were in a hospital bassinet with wheels with Mommy pushing you. Daddy was behind us carrying and pulling all of our luggage and stuff. Daddy says that when we came out of the labor and delivery room next to the nurse’s station, all the nurses stopped what they were doing and stared at us. 
I think it was because they had never seen a baby as cute as you before. Daddy says that they just couldn’t believe that a mommy of 11 could just get up and walk out like that. 
One of the nurse’s who followed us into the maternity ward said that I was amazing. (I’d say, “extremely fortunate.”) I felt so proud to be your Mommy.
As nice as it is being in the hospital room just the three of us, we really wanted to get you home to see all your brothers and sisters. 
You may not have to do anything in the hospital, but they sure do poke and prod you a lot. It’s difficult enough to get a good night’s sleep with a new baby, but it’s even harder when someone’s waking you up every two hours. We wanted to go home. 
I guess that’s about all we can handle-- Mommy just wants to be in her own bed and Daddy just gets antsy. 
You passed all your baby tests, Mommy filled out all your paperwork, and the baby doctor said you were perfect, so we actually thought that we’d be getting out a little bit after lunch. However, the nurse came back and said that they liked you so much that you would have to stay at least one full day. 
Grammy had gotten everyone ready, so they were all waiting for us when we arrived. Not even celebrities receive as much attention upon arrival. 
Everyone crowded close around you and everyone wanted to touch you and hold you. 20 hands and ten faces all telling you, “Welcome home.”