White Couch

I want this couch. I love white. Am I crazy? I have a little boy (and another little boy on the way) who digs in the dirt and eats cheetos and drinks orange juice and doesn't seem to notice if his shoes are on or off.

Homemade Ice Cream

Yes it still is winter and it looks like we may get one more good snow in Prescott but one of my all time favorite foods is homemade ice cream so it doesn't matter to me if there are snow flurries or not. Last night Corbyn and I whipped up some homemade ice cream and had a picnic on the living room floor, in front of the fire with our homemade vanilla ice cream. Corbyn loved mixing the ingredients together and loved sitting on the counter watching it go round to make the ice cream. He said it was "delish", I agreed and I thought it was a fun, easy thing to do with him.

To make a classic vanilla in a Cuisinart Ice Cream maker you take 1 cup milk, 3/4 cup sugar, 2 cups heavy cream, and 2 tablespoons (plus a little) vanilla. Yum yum, enjoy!

Push Present

I want two of these from Frosted Willow on etsy.com with both my boys first initial on them. I just have to figure out what baby boo boo's name is going to be.

ps. Wil, hint hint!

Mommy Mondays: Embracing

Being pregnant is a miracle. If you think of all the things that have to come together in perfect time its amazing that anyone can get pregnant. I might understand the science of sperm and egg coming together to start the process of making a baby but everything about growing a human inside of me and then birthing that little baby causes me to just praise God for his intimate and intricate design. Again, its a miracle.

I have never struggled with infertility, I have never lost a child in the womb or out of the womb, I am actually one of those people who better be on some kind of birth control or I would be on my way to Duggar size family. Though its been easy for me to conceive I have friends who have struggled to get pregnant. I have prayed over people who have just lost their baby. I have cried for multiple couples who have loved and dreamed for a child they have not been able to have. I can't imagine, but being pregnant I force myself to think about those faces and lift them up in prayer. Why? Because though being pregnant is a miracle and I love love love watching baby move and kick and even like watching my belly grow sometimes its not easy. You get sick, your back hurts, sleep decides to take a hiatus, veins pop out, you gain more weight than you want...fill in the blank, but I don't want to complain. I think complaining or whining about such a blessing leads me to being ungrateful and digs deeper into the wounds of those already hurt. They would give anything to hold their child or feel their child move inside their belly.

I have been given the privilege to carry this little life. To those out there who have not been able to have a baby or who have lost a baby, know I will be embracing this pregnancy, the good and the bad knowing that I am carrying a miracle and praying for your own miracle. I'm sorry for the times I may have said something or some one else has said something that led to you hurting more.

Mommy Mondays: Names

Do you have a name picked out yet? No. Well, maybe I do but my answer right now is no, I don't. It's hard to pull the trigger in giving this little life a name that will last forever. I want a name thats distinctive, not overly used but something that most people would like and think is strong. I want a name that means something. I want to pick a name that works good for a baby, child, and adult. I want a name that can't be shortened or given a nickname I don't like. There's a ton to consider when choosing a name for our Baby Boo (that's what Corbyn calls him, which means everyone else does too).

Then when you do finally narrow it down and share it everyone has an opinion or two. Even non responses are opinions. Because of this we decided not to share Corbyn's name before he was born. And I think I am leaning towards not telling anyone again till Boo is born.

Did you share your kids names before they were born? Do you think you would? Or would you just like to introduce them once their born?

Baby Boo, I promise I will have the perfect name picked out for you by the time you make your debut! Love you Boo! Oh and ps. Your big brother is very excited to meet you! Can you tell?

San Diego Bound

Moving to San Diego list of wants:

A bright colored beach cruiser with a kids bike trailer on back.

A cute beach cover up. To be able to play and still feel like I'm getting sun without revealing the bod =)
A double jogging stroller (in Corbyn's favorite color) for all the walking and getting in shape I will be doing.
A backpack for my little man who can not wait to go to preschool a couple mornings a week. He goes poopy on the potty and then asks "can I go to preschool now mom, please, please?"
San Diego Zoo passes. What a fun morning it will be to take the boys. Thanks to my bropher and my sis-in-law we got these for Christmas already!
A sailboat. A girl can dream!

Soon San Diego, soon!

Glitter

Every girl needs a little glitter in her life!

Glitter Headband
Glitter Ballet Flats
Glitter Sweatshirt
Glitter NailsGlitter Dress

Just a few ways to add a little subtle sparkle!

Home

Four years ago we purchased our first "home". For the past four years we have filled that home with memories, laughter, love, and who are we kidding, stuff. If our walls could talk they would talk about the joy we had when we brought our baby boy home from the hospital, they would talk about all the different smells of spices as the lady of the house learned to cook for a family, they would probably share about our anger when we figured out one of the dogs was repeatedly peeing in the house, they would show a slideshow of all the happy faces of people that came to our house to share life with us, and they would know in the fibers of their wood (or drywall) they weren't just walls but were part of a place we were/are so thankful for.

As the For Sale sign went up I almost reverted to the 10 year old Amy who kicked down the for sale sign in front of our family home and attempted to tie my cousin and I to the door frame on moving day. These are my first reactions, my carnal reactions to change. I desire to put down roots and stay put. To keep familiarity and comfort close. But these past couple months that I have pulled in the driveway and seen the for sale sign starring back at me I have thought about what makes a place "home". It's not if it has 3 bedrooms, a den, nice kitchen, space for your stuff, it's not whether you rent or own, it's not even where it is but home is wherever I am with my boys. The memories can be made elsewhere, the laughter can fill a small town home in San Diego, the love will permeate where we are, and the stuff...well, we can get rid of a lot of stuff.

I am praying that wherever we move into we make it just as much as a home as our first home has been. I am praying for our new memories. I am praying that we can have a space big enough to work and play comfortably and be proud to have people over. I am also praying for whoever moves into our home in Prescott Valley, AZ that they would also be blessed by the memories they make there.

Someone said "You can make a house out of walls and beams but a home is made from love and dreams". Here's to love and dreams!

ps. Here is the link to our home in Prescott, take a gander, make an offer =)

Happy New Year

This year I am looking forward to:

Meeting this little guy!
Moving to San Diego.

Planting a church in the South Park/North Park area of San Diego.

Being more of a stay at home mommy. Its going to take sacrifice and a lot of working some strange hours from home but I can't think of anything else I would rather be doing.

I am trusting in 2012 that God can move mountains! The word I am going to adopt for 2012 is peace. I am praying for His peace, that I would live in His peace, and that I could help bring peace to others.

Happy 2012! Blessings and Peace to you!