Wednesday.






Tonight was roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli for supper.
super, super good.

{roasted chicken for the rest of the family. 
my mostly vegetarian self just cannot eat chicken}

the day didn't start off as smoothly.
we spent 40 minutes {forty minutes!} looking for Grant's shoes this morning.
he was about to go barefoot to preschool.
seriously, folks. FORTY minutes to find shoes.

they will now religiously go where they're supposed to. 
at least until the 2-year-old shoe thief walks off with them again.

the kiddos are now sleeping. my wonderful husband that spent the forty minutes shoe-searching with me this morning is at an evening meeting.  i squeezed in a quick run and am about to make some dunkin' donuts decaf coffee, add lots of half and half, and sit down. i'll browse some recipes from magazines piled up {clean eating and fine cooking are a couple of my favorites!}, look at some road race calendars and try to convince myself to register for an upcoming 10K, and keep reading in Colossians.

{a good way to end a day that didn't start so smoothly!}

oh, about the roasted chicken?

so good even the animals liked it.



Weekend.




{Saturday brunch}

 

it's not feeling like fall, but we had a lovely fall brunch Saturday morning.

simple-but-pretty deep red carnations.
fresh fruit.
spinach quiche.


 and really good friends.


A beautiful start to the weekend, 
which ended with Sunday afternoon naps and early-to-bed kiddos. 
I'm making more pumpkin bread for some friends coming over tomorrow night, and will probably double {or even triple!} the recipe into muffins, because the kiddos?
they like it. a lot.

Icecream truck!




while playing around the house a couple of days ago,
my favorite-four-year-old burst out with
Mom, how many more sleeps until the icecream truck comes?

a lot of sleeps, buddy.

Grant's answer?
I think it will be 2 sleeps.
we should pray that the icecream truck will come in 2 sleeps.


alright, sweet Grant.  alright. 2 sleeps. we'll pray.


well, today we're 2 sleeps later.
and guess what?

thanks to his sweet prayer
and a fabulous streak of warm October weather, 
Grant's a very happy little boy.

Blessings.





it's Tuesday.
and I'm kinda getting over the migraine-of-the-century here.
So thankful,
so very, very thankful!, 
that at least Matt's schedule was flexible enough to step in and help care for the kiddos a lot over the past couple of days.

so, thanks to some naps, a great Nurse Practioner who stayed after hours to give me some emergent migraine medicine, and a lot of prayer, I'm feeling functional at least. thank goodness!

{on another note...}



...for those of you who have followed Grant's journey, you'll know that our favorite-four-year old was diagnosed with systemic juvenile rheumatoid arthritis last spring.

He had a tonsillectomy in August to try to help his extreme fatigue level.
at a follow-up with the ENT yesterday, we are so, so thankful to say that although he had the worst-tonsillectomy-recovery-ever, his mouth has healed fabulously.

He is now back to his three-times-daily NSAID for his JRA.
and is doing great.
really, really great.

for which we are really, really thankful.

even over the last few days as I've battled this migraine,
I've been so reminded that even our health is a blessing.
that I think our family will never again take for granted.

  {a four-year-old who is not complaining of joint pain? big, big blessing.}
{a 2-year-old who's not in the hospital with toxic shock syndrome? big, big blessing.}

 Grant's future with JRA?
 we're staying status quo right now with his three-times-daily meds.
see the ped. rheumatologist in about 6 weeks.
and, as always, we pray.
a lot.
for his health. 
his heart.

and we count every.single.day. that doesn't include some health crises
like emergency calls to the ENT or big, swollen, red, painful joints.
a blessing.



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grant owen.
4 1/2





Birthday!




 Happy Birthday to me!

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i was greeted yesterday with cinnamon rolls and streamers. chocolate cake and good coffee.
  and then unwrapped sweet presents from my wonderful family.

My favorite four-year-old gave me a specially built lego truck.
just for me.



 and a space ship.
complete with an astronaut.

{it just might have been my favorite gift.}

  

And Matt and I were so privileged to go to a dinner banquet...
where I got to where real, non-running-shorts-for-clothes



...that included lots of good food, special conversations, and inspiring speeches.
including one honoring Howard G. Hendricks, 
a professor Matt had at Dallas Theological Seminary.

I was brought to tears by this special man's 60+ year ministry.

and as I sat in the banquet hall on my birthday,
I was struck by Howard Hendricks' life and legacy.

If I could flash-forward to my 40th birthday...60th birthday...
90th birthday...

what would a 5-minute-video summarizing my life include?

hopefully that I ate lots of chocolate cake.  
 {calories can stop counting at 90, right?}

and
had loved really, really well.
and taught these sweet ones to love their sweet ones really well, too.
 



31.
i think it's going to be a good year.

Personality.




 Grace.  



My 2 1-2 year-old shoe thief.

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According to this quick little quiz checklist in Matt's Bible Study lesson,
I am a sanguine personality.

I hadn't taken that exact test before, but I guess it fits.
Chatty. Generous. Friendly. Optimistic.
{The glass is definitely always more-than-half full in my world!}

Energetic. Creative. Spontaneous.
A few weeks ago a friend asked me to go to Africa with her.
In 4 days.
I considered it!


This crazy checklist may have included stuff like
hard-time-following-through.  disorganized. forgetful. 

Have I mentioned that I had to scavenge in my vehicle last week for my 4-year-olds show and tell? 
i promise to start cleaning our vehicle out more, but
bless that unopened apple juice box to be our "starts with a" item that day!

I love personality tests. Really. They're a fun glimpse ourselves.

You see, sometimes (well, most of the time?) I do feel kind of, well, crazy. 
Like maybe I'm just a half a step behind responsible.

But ya know?
We are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Even in all my crazed disorganization. All of my crazed attempts to be on top of things.
Fearfully and wonderfully made.

I kinda don't feel like that as I'm praying to not run out of gas on my to preschool.
But I can trust that He is the potter.
And although my clay is kinda forgetful and undisciplined. loud and messy.
He will mold it.
Into just the shape He wants it to be.
For His glory, not mine.

And I can trust that His grace is sufficient.

So as I scavenge for show and tell and contemplate going barefoot on a Sunday morning because I cannot find my dark red faux alligator heels, 
{seriously.}
I believe that His power is made perfect in weakness.


Thank goodness, huh?

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....Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, 
so that the power of Christ may rest upon me...
2 Corinthians

Thursday Morning





it's Thursday morning.
Since our schedule is a bit different than most, with my husband working on Sundays,
Thursdays are usually family days.  But, his schedule is a bit different this week since he hasn't felt well.

so, the kiddos and I are hanging out this morning.  I'm playing trains and legos and superstructs! and basically keeping Grace from climbing everything. it's great. we needed a down day! where I should be doing laundry, but somehow get caught up in, well, life.
and trains are so much more important anyway, right?

so, if we had a coffee playdate together this morning,
{grande nonfat latte for me}
what would you share with me?


I'd tell you how much this sweet girl


thinks all of her stuffed animals are hungry.
Moo eat!



I'd tell you how thankful I am that it's fall and how much I am loving this weather. how I really need to go to the grocery store. how silly excited I am for the premiere of Grey's Anatomy tonight.

I'd tell you how I'm loving our new church's Bible study on Colossians, and how the Lord is seriously teaching me about how Christ is the head of the body {the church} 
and how that makes us His hands and His feet.

and how challenged I am to make sure I'm living out His purpose for me. 
not the purpose I think I need to be doing. 

His purpose may look different than what I thought it would, 
{like my friend who's in Ug*nda right now bringing her 2 older boys home!},
but that's okay.  His plan and purpose are best. always.

 So, as I play trains and rock to sleep and try to get some laundry folded, I remind myself that I'm truly the hands and feet of Jesus. 
And I'd tell you that I hope that I'm doing that with all my heart. 

And by that point, I'd need another cup of coffee.





Childlike Faith




Our sweet Grace
who will commandeer anything in the house {like her momma's pony tail holders}
that can at-all-resemble a bracelet, necklace, or other sparkly accessory



accidentally burnt her wrist on the skillet this morning.
I was right.there. and just couldn't stop her fast enough. 
serious momma guilt over this!

lots and lots of cold water, 
{more than a few} tears and some snuggling with her Oatmeal bear later and all was fine.

And then, awhile later,
while in the car,
this sweet boy...
 




...all-of-a-sudden burst out with 
we should pray for Gracie's boo-boo.

Absolutely, buddy, we should absolutely pray for it.
You wanna pray right now?

he did.
His prayer?

Dear God,
Thank-you for today.
Thank-you that you will heal Gracie's boo-boo.
In Jesus' name,
Amen


wow. 
some serious child-like faith in that prayer, huh?
No worrying, no stressing over the situation.
simple trust that He will heal Gracie's boo-boo.



and right then,
in those few quick moments in our car, 
with Gracie holding her bear, Grant in mis-matched sweats, 
and me wearing my good-'ole running shorts,
my faith was challenged.
 

Do I pray with such faith?
that God will work?
that He will accomplish His will?
that my prayers will be answered?


I hope so. 


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...But let him ask in faith, with no doubting...
James 1:6

Good Old Fashioned Pancakes!





Saturday night!
pancake night.
M & M pancakes tonight.
 our chocolate-loving-2-year-old inhaled them fist-over-fist.
seriously. fist-over-fist. 
she knows what's good, huh?

It's taken me almost 10 years of marriage to be able to make pancakes.
seriously.
no matter what I did, they burnt, were dough-y, or just yucky.
My pancake tips today?

{generously} spray your griddle with non-stick spray.
start with a HOT griddle.
{I usually turn mine on right as I add the wet ingredients}.
use a measuring scoop slightly bigger than the size you need. 
I use 1/3 cup for 1/4 cup-sized-pancakes.
turn the burners down when you're on your 3rd batch.
turn them down even more when you hit your 4th or 5th one.
prevents the bottoms from getting too done before the middle.

if all else fails?
add chocolate.

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My favorite all-time pancake recipe:
my own version of this one

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
2 tablespoons baking powder
2 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons white sugar
2 1/2 cups milk
2 eggs
4 tablespoons butter, melted
2 teaspoons vanilla

Directions: 

1. In a large bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Make a well in the center and pour in the milk, vanilla, egg and melted butter; mix until smooth.  

2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.

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for those interested, there are 2261 calories in the ENTIRE batch.  
so, just divide by how many you get.
I usually get about 24.

which is only 94 calories/pancake.
{not including any added M&M's.}

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what's your favorite way to eat pancakes?








Glimpses.




Glimpses from our week. 
Preschool, playdates, Bible Studies.
A very good, very normal week.

{and around here these days, we appreciate normal. 
No more worse-tonsillectomies-ever or crazy-JRA-flares for us, please!}

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snacktime.


tights on my {forever baby} girl. 



chocolate brown paint it is for the sunroom. 

{my exceedingly-patient-husband loves me enough to deal with
about a half a dozen paint swatches on our walls right now!}

What do you think?




my sink kinda looked like this for a few days...



because of the Pioneer Woman's Cinnamon rolls that took.over.my.kitchen.



Note to self = use a bigger pot next time!


And the local fire station...


where we took a special delivery on Sunday, 9-11.

Grant painted a thank-you picture that we took the firefighters.
along with a couple dozen donuts.



My father-in-law was a fireman, my husband has been a volunteer firefighter.
i will forever get teary-eyed at these men who are the first responders in crises.
they do it willingly. eagerly. 
for us.

and 10 years ago, they went running in
when every one else was running out.

The least I can do is drop some donuts of to our local guys, who serve our town daily.

that was our week. very normal. very good. 
very blessed.





1st Day.






Grant.
He's exuberant, out-going, laid-back.
funny. observant. enthusiastic.




And now, he's bouncing into his 4-year-old preschool class.

Re-wind about 8 years, 
and we were about to unkowingly face a long, heart-wrenching journey
with infertility and pregnancy loss.  
where we would be given a less than 4% chance of conceiving.


Grant is our miracle baby.
And now he's our miracle baby going to pre-school.

bittersweet, huh?


He loves it.  
loves, loves, loves it.

I love that he loves it.
I love that he's so excited to go to school he sleeps with his lunch box.
I love that he's so excited that he can barely take his jacket off before running into his classroom.

but, a small look-back and "see ya, mom!" might do my heart good right about now.

Because they'll always be babies in our hearts, won't they?


This bittersweet stuff?
I have a feeling it's not going to end any time soon.


So even though he'll always be itty-bitty in my heart,
I pray that he'll grow into a man who's passionate about serving his Savior.
who's walking in faith.
who's exuberance is a zeal for the Lord.


Happy pre-school, Grant Owen!


your momma may have cried a few tears.
and this girl?


she misses her bubby
lots.


But, we love watching you grow up.
just slow it down a bit, okay?


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"For this child we prayed, and the Lord

Granted

  our request".

I Samuel 1:27