Thursday, July 3, 2014


We have been doing a lot of walks lately.  To and from the pool, to exercise the dog, to get us out of the house.  I always think about my previous pregnant walks through this neighborhood.  When Landon was a bump in my tummy, there were dozens of empty lots, and controlling Stella was a lot easier without bikes and helmets and towels and strollers and lovies to contend with.  While I was expecting Copeland, I would walk Landon with a bittersweet anticipation, fully aware that life was about to change for us three, mostly for him, and he was oblivious.  

This time around, everyone knows a new baby girl is coming.  I have two little sidekicks to share the joy with, and they are always asking, 'what's she doing in there?'  In both my pregnancies with Landon and Copeland, I was nervous in one way or another.  The complete unknown, the labor, the sleeplessness.  And this time, I'm not.  Mainly because I look at the two who have come before this baby girl, and think about all of the life that they bring.  They bring excitement to the most mundane things (like washing your hands!)  They make it easy to appreciate small blessings like cuddling with a book or picking clover from the front yard or taking a bath.  In all fairness, and to keep it real, they also created a lot of drama over things as silly as a light switch, a banana peel, or a hair bow, but hey, we are focusing on the positive here ;)

We are so enjoying our boy and girl right now!  We can't wait to see all the fun that another girl will bring in a few months.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

The kids love their Daddy for all the reasons that kids should.  He wrestles with Landon and paints Copeland's nails (alternating colors even).  He flies them up the stairs like airplanes, reads them stories, plays ball and eats the 'food' they prepare.  He is handsome and funny and strong.  Landon even said he has 'better ideas than Mommy' once!

They have a lifetime ahead of them to find out that these reasons are just the beginning of what makes their Daddy a good father.  He is wise and generous.  He is honest and selfless.  Most of all, Justin is all of these things because he knows his heavenly Father, and is teaching his son and daughter to do the same.  Happy Father's Day Justin.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Brother Sister

We spent this evening at a birthday party.  A one year old birthday party at the same park that Landon had his fourth one.  Copeland, as usual, was all questions, "Can I sing Happy Birthday to Jonah?" "What's your name? What's his name?", to everyone in earshot.  The ever-popular instructions masked as inquiries to parents, "Can you take the trash (wrapper) off his cupcake?  Will you wipe his face off?"

Our girl is so so so sweet.  We put her to bed, "Leave the door 'quackin'" aka cracked, she reminds us.  Five minutes later, she is calling us in the monitor, "Mommy, you didn't pray for me."  She is enthusiastic about life, she loves people well and thinks about others first, often (not always!)  She is like a little Mommy.  And I can't help but think of her tonight, the night before we find out if this baby will be a boy or a girl.  If we will have 'brothers' or 'sisters' in our family.

Ever since I met this guy, I knew I wanted to have another boy.

Boys were so foreign to me, and all I knew at 20 weeks pregnant with him was how I knew nothing about boys.  Come October and the years following, I learned how fun and funny and special and sweet and wild boys are, and that I wanted another one.  This pregnancy we have all always thought it was a boy.  We could name him 'Popsicle', Copeland says.

As the big day has inched closer though, I've thought more about having a girl.  Copeland's 20 week ultrasound gave us certainty about her gender, and uncertainty about her health.  It was hard. With Landon, I thought I knew girls and was clueless about boys.  With Copeland, I was so used to a boy, I didn't know what I would do with a girl.

This time, I keep thinking about my son and daughter and what they will do with their brother or sister.  I've always been able to imagine Landon wrestling over or kicking a ball toward his baby brother, and now as Copeland is getting older, I can't help but picture her holding hands, giggling with, and squeezing her baby sister.

Either way, it is going to be so great.  I am anticipating finally knowing, but also enjoying the last few moments of wondering.  Baby Snow #3, we can't wait to find out what you are.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014


This week we took an awesome trip with my equally awesome Aunt to Babyland General Hospital where Cabbage Patch Kids are 'born' (I'll skip the slightly creepy description of Mama Cabbage).  I think my sister and I visited when we were kids, but I don't really remember.  Copeland was in heaven.  I had no idea she would love it so much!

they had a hair salon!

and Coco's hair twin (for $60!!)

They even had well baby check-ups!
Landon really wasn't feeling it, but he LOVED hanging out with Aunt Brenda
 I guess Babyland spurred baby fever in our house because the kids have been playing with babies non-stop.  I sure hope they like the real deal in October ;)

baby-wearing, on a skateboard, while 'grocery shopping', pretty impressive

"Willit"even joined Copeland's nap, who insisted the baby be swaddled
In one week we find out if Landon and Copeland will have a baby brother or sister.  One word will change the dynamic of our family, and I can't wait to know if it will be 'boy' or 'girl'!

Thursday, May 29, 2014


When I taught school, summer was always highly anticipated, until that first week when I realized, "What am I supposed to do with myself all day?"  Now that I'm a mom (especially a mom of two busy preschoolers), I sort of dread the end of school until it arrives, when I realize, "so much free time, and so much to do!"

This first week of summer, we haven't missed our normal routine a bit, and have had so much fun enjoying our city, our friends, and our family.

This is going to be such a fun summer!!

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Happy Mother's Day

Last night I stayed at my childhood home to celebrate Mother's Day with my Mom and family.  We found fragile robin's eggs, and grilled out steaks.  We shopped for summer clothes and laughed alot.  When Landon woke up screaming at 12:45 am, complaining of a headache, a ton of explanations marched through my brain.

He's overtired.  It was the DEET in the bugspray.  It was the nitrates in the hotdogs.  Heck, maybe it was solely the quantity of hotdogs!  It was not enough water.  It was too much craziness.  It was me.  Or better yet, 'well, now it's up to me.'

I heard this song on the radio driving home today, and oh how it fits this motherhood thing.


Sovereign in my greatest joy/ Sovereign in my deepest cry/ With me in the dark/ With me in the dawn

Parenting simultaneously opens a door to the greatest joy and the deepest cry at the same time.  What would my life be like without my daughter's infectious laugh, stubborn determination, and general silliness?  What would my life be like without my son's sweet smile, boyish competitiveness, and sense of fun?  It would be infinitely duller and plainer.

At the same time, no reality in my life will ever bring me to my knees like motherhood.  In the Bible, Paul tells Timothy that 'women will be saved through their childbearing, if they continue with faith and love and sanctification with sobriety.'  In my life this looks like realizing I am not in control, but God is.  Mothers can't control their conception.  They can't control their labor or delivery.  They can't control their milk supply. They can't control their babies' latch or sleep habits or gas.  That's just the first few months!  Bug bites and scraped knees, potty habits and tantrums, hitting and 'NO!'s.  (I can't even control Copeland's hair, for real.) I can stock my car with hand sanitizer, my purse with sunscreen, my cabinets with band-aids, infant tylenol, teething tablets, and natural cough syrup, and still be woefully powerless on my own to give life to these precious children who have been entrusted to my husband and I.  Each one of those mom moments--where you love your children beyond your own understanding, but still can only do so much for them--they are chances to surrender your efforts to the Lord, who understands motherhood better than moms do.

Today marks five years ago that I felt who I now know as Landon, flutter in my belly.  These five years have been the most exhilarating, humbling, transformative years of my life.  I am so appreciative of my mom, who is an amazing example to me.  (Did I mention she was ready to high-tail it to CVS last night?)  I am grateful to be a mom, for the way my children make me smile and draw me closer to the heart of Christ.

Happy Mother's Day!

Oh and just for fun:
My first Mother's Day  (I wrote about it 3 times! This is just the first one)
Mother's Day 2011
Mother's Day 2012 (baby Coco, omg)
last Mother's Day

Monday, April 28, 2014


We have had some great opportunities over the last few months as a family, experiences that are obvious memory-makers with our kids.  Landon had his first field trip (and my first as a parent!) to Whispering Pines Stables where he saw a two-day old lamb, brushed a horse named Hope, and rode a horse named Bo.  The place itself was wonderful, but the people there had obviously taken a passion for animals, and cultivated it into more---a ministry for the community, a therapeutic riding program for those with disabilities, and an equestrian center to equip others.  It was special seeing him thrilled to accomplish a first.

We also took our first camping trip this past weekend.  Everything about it was magical...hours with no distractions except nature to explore, cooking over a fire, setting up the tent, swinging in the hammock, chopping firewood.  I think my favorite part about this age is that we are exposing them to things that I know will change their lives.  One day when they are thirty-something like me, they will smell the campfire lingering on their gear and clothing, and they will reminisce about these trips we are taking now.  When I asked Copeland what her favorite part of the trip was she said, "being outside." (I'm shocked it wasn't the s'mores!)


Last but not least, Landon has started a little 'invented spelling' as we teachers call it.  Last night he brought this picture back from church, and told us it was 'about praying'.  It wasn't until this morning when I was looking at it again, that I realized he wrote 'Matthew 6' (upside down, bottom right corner)!!!!  It's one thing to gush when you help your child listen for the sounds in a word, but it is another thing entirely when they begin to do this independently of you.  It is really fun and joyful to be able to plant these seeds in your children that you know will grow into things that they will carry with them hopefully their whole lives.

'So when you pray, pray in your normal voice, just like when you're talking to someone you love very much' from The Jesus Storybook Bible, Sally Lloyd-Jones, paraphrasing 'Mafu' 6