My family drove all the way from West Virginia again this summer to come visit us. It’s a loooooong drive across the country! Dad was with us for Father’s Day, so Silas and Cooper celebrated both Grandpa and Daddy. Love you, Dad. Thanks for being my daddy.
Silas was so excited to give Stephen the superhero card he had picked out weeks ago. The card was really more for Silas than it was for Stephen. I had stashed the card in a drawer for safe-keeping until Father’s Day. One day I caught Silas sitting on the floor in my room just beholding the superhero card. He wrote his own message to Stephen and then decorated the card. Stephen is an incredible father to our two little dudes. Thanks for being our superhero, Honey!
Sunday was extra special because it was Mom and Dad’s 35th wedding anniversary. Thirty-five years of being faithful to each other—what a milestone! We celebrated on Saturday with a steak dinner and flowers for Grandma.
Thanks, Mom and Dad for building a stable, loving Christian home for me and my sisters. We love you.
It’s summer, and the triple digits won’t let us forget it. We had a mild May, and this heat has kind of taken me by surprise. We’re melting! At least it still cools down overnight, but that won’t last.
Silas began the summer with swimming lessons at the Goodyear pool. Last summer, he was too young for lessons at the city pool, so we opted for Aquatots. I’m happy that he seemed to remember some of what he learned last summer. The past two weeks he practiced jumping in the pool from the deck, bobbing his head underwater, floating on his back, and doggie paddling while wearing a life jacket.
A friend from MOMS club and I put our boys in lessons at the same time so we could switch off babysitting. It was great to be able to watch the big boys swim instead of refereeing the little guys on the bleachers every lesson.
Swim, Silas, swim.
Both of my boys are undeserved gifts from God. Both of my boys bring me joy and both of them teach me more of God’s grace. But, while Silas is my Joy Baby, Cooper is my Grace Baby.
Cooper’s entrance into our family was admittedly rough for me. His birth was fast and complication free, but it was a huge adjustment for me to have two little ones just over two years apart. Cooper wasn’t a good sleeper, and his fussiness drove me to the end of my strength. And I’m thankful for that because it began teaching me dependence on God’s strength. I learned more of grace.
This past year and a half has been an education in grace for me. Because Cooper is so dependent on me, so mommy-oriented, he helps pull me out of my selfishness and reminds me of God’s overflowing grace to me. Thank you, God, for this Grace Baby.
Today Cooper turned 1 1/2. You can hear in this video most of the words he says.
He seems to be jumping up to a new plateau in his understanding and learning. Just last week he added the word “Elmo” to his vocabulary. He can also point to his head, ear, eye, nose, belly, and feet. He gives lots of high-fives, signs the word “more,” and gets his shoes out when it’s time to go and puts them away when asked. Bath time is his favorite. When we say it’s bath time, he runs back to the tub so excited to get to pour the water in and out of buckets and cups.
We just love our little man, Cooper Andrew!
Our family room finally has something on the big blank wall above the couch! I love how it makes the room homier.
I’ve been wanting to make my own version of this dandelion art for a while now, and finally got around to it in the last several months.
We bought some boards from Lowe’s and had them cut it to the right size for us. Then Stephen screwed the boards together to form square panels. He used cardboard between the boards as spacers, and I think the rustic look is a nice touch.
Originally, I was thinking of staining the boards and keeping them a wood tone, but our family room has so much brown in it already, that I’m happy we went with the mustard color.
After priming and painting, I free-handed the dandelion & seeds onto large squares of paper, using this art as my pattern. Then I shaded the backside of the paper with pencil, laid the paper on top of the wood panels, and traced the dandelion onto the wood.
Using a black paint pen, I painted over my pencil lines, and finished it with a satin polyurethane coat. Stephen hung them above the couch last weekend, and they are a happy addition to our space!
On this day when we celebrate motherhood, I thought I would share one of my favorite lullabies. In fact, it was the first lullaby I sang to Cooper after his birth.
Not only is this lullaby special, but its author is very special—she’s my closest friend, Rebekah Pringle. Her selfless, thoughtful love for me and my family is something to celebrate on this Mother’s Day!
Like the sky receiving sunrise,
Like new blossoms in the spring,
Your little form against my heart
Was crafted by God’s perfect art,
Always good in everything.
Priceless gift, eternal soul,
I sing because I know
That Someone greater loves you
Whose arms you can’t outgrow.
When the clouds God sends surround you,
When fierce winds attack and shake,
I’ll be as close as I can be,
But God who cares more faithfully
Will never fail you or forsake.
As a brilliant light in darkness,
As a tree beside pure streams,
A life in Christ, your greatest need,
God grants to those who humbly plead—
May His Truth inspire your dreams!
Because I love you, (baby),
I pray that you will know
The One true God Who loves you
And His peace you can’t outgrow.
©Rebekah M. Pringle
As you rock your baby to sleep tonight or as you talk to your grown children on the phone today, remember that they can never get too big for God’s embrace.
A friend once told me that she calls her children her “joy babies.” Children are treasures, and gifts from God. When God gave us Silas, so much joy entered our lives.
What a thrill to find out we were pregnant, and announce it to Stephen. We were blessed to tell our parents and grandparents about the first grandbaby coming soon. Then, when the ultrasound revealed Silas was a boy, I teared up because I was so happy that God had given me my heart’s desire.
Giving birth for the first time was an amazing experience. Even in the pain, there was joy. Walking the hospital hallways with Stephen as we waited for Silas’s arrival is one of my sweetest memories with my man. Stephen told me childhood tales and imprinted my heart with his love.
With Silas’s birth I seemed to be looking at life through rose-colored glasses. I was on cloud nine! What joy to have a tiny human who belonged to us.
That first year of Silas’s life was marked by happy milestone after happy milestone. He was such a charming baby and filled everyone with smiles. Our San Diego vacation when Silas was nine months old was one of the happiest trips of my life!
We’re so blessed to watch our “force of nature” as he blossoms into who God made him to be. Silas loves making new friends, and loves to talk. He is currently in the stage of, “Hey, Mom! Watch this! Did you see that?” While Cooper plays with toys as they are meant to be played with (i.e. a block is a block), Silas plays with toys as props (i.e. blocks are guns). He is such an imaginative little guy. Superheroes are still his favorite, and he’s learning his letters and numbers. I’ve caught him reading to himself or singing to himself. So cute! He absorbs so much around him, and often surprises us with words he picks up. Just the other day he said “Worcestershire sauce”—impressive! Our best conversations are in his rocker at bedtime as we cuddle in the dark. It’s fun to see the world through a three year old’s perspective.
Silas, we love you. You are my joy baby. Happy 3 1/2 years old, little dude!