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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Littlest Bean Update: 35 Weeks

Well, this has been a whirlwind of a pregnancy!  It seems like just last week that we announced baby #3 on the way, and now we are just about 5 weeks from the due date!

8 months along!

I suppose there isn't much news to report, which is probably why I haven't posted many updates on here.  This ain't my first rodeo, and the pregnancy is going really well, so I feel like things are just plugging along.  Still, every once in a while, the fact that the baby will be here so soon hits me and I get really excited, and sometimes overwhelmed!

The 'nesting' phase has officially kicked in.  I go back and forth between wanting to clean every square inch of our home and wash baby clothes and set up a new diaper changing station... to wanting to nap for 1,000 hours.  Haha!  I think it's safe to say that third trimester fatigue has also set in.

My lovely friends have planned a diapers and wipes baby shower for this Sunday, and I am excited to spend time celebrating the arrival of Littlest Bean.  We are truly so blessed to have such amazing people in our lives - it is God's loving hand in action!  I even got two awesome gifts already from my sweet friends the other night - a Belly Bandit (ha!) and an adjustable sling.  I'm so excited to try them both out!

And on days like today, when the daily grind of my responsibilities is overwhelming me, when it all starts to catch up like a long string that is slowly tangling up, the only rest I get is when I cling to God's truth to straighten my path.

"Hear my cry O God,
listen to my prayer;
from the end of the earth I call to you
when my heart is faint."
Psalm 61:1-2

"Let not steadfast love and faithfulness forsake you;
bind them around your neck;
write them on the tablet of your heart."
Proverbs 3:3

I got off of the phone with James not too long ago after breaking down in tears, confessing that I would "rather be in the lion's den like Daniel because at least there won't be dishes to do down there."  My goodness!  It's incredible how quickly chores led me to despair!  But the wisdom and faithfulness of God's truth in His word, and His presence in my life are "healing to [my] flesh and refreshment to [my] bones." (Proverbs 3:8)

I am so thankful for the love and support of my wonderful husband who makes it a priority to pray for me, and to ask if I am spending time with God... reminding me that the dishes can wait another night if that means I spend time with the One who can bring me rest in the midst of chaos.

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Getting our Nest Ready
The plan for now is for Littlest Bean to have a bassinet in our room until a nighttime routine becomes somewhat more established.  Until Bean is sleeping through the night, we will probably not have the kids share a room.  I actually suggested putting the bassinet in the hallway after the first few weeks - just at night - so that we can sleep better.  I remember all too well that I did not sleep much when Jasper was in our room with us at night.  

I've considered putting the bassinet in the boys' room after a month or two, just to see how all three do.  I may have romanticized the idea of a Peter Pan style nursery - you know, where Wendy, John, and Michael all share a room.  Granted, they are all much older, not to mention fictional characters, but the idea certainly interests me.  There is nothing that promotes selflessness and humility like sharing a room!

I found a few boxes with newborn clothes and receiving blankets in them, and I've already started washing and organizing them.  I have plenty of space in my closet for tiny baby items.  It's hard to believe that we will be needing our infant car seat again so soon!  We will see how all three car seats fit in the back of our car when the time comes.  Ha!

Prayer Needs
  • Trusting God's timing and provision
    • Regarding a bigger home
    • Regarding a bigger car
  • Enjoying our time as a family of four
  • Getting enough rest while I still can!

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Eulogy for Mark Lee Brown

The following is James' eulogy for his Dad

God is so interesting to me.
As someone who loves a well-told story, I can appreciate the way God interweaves lives and situations into this intricate meta-narrative that spans all space and time.
I don’t like certain parts of the story, but I am learning to trust the storyteller.

I find it very fitting that I would be back in this church, where over 20 years ago at a Vacation Bible School, I became a follower of Christ.
And this is something that has never left me.
Through every trial and every storm, I have clung to the promise that God will never leave me or forsake me.
And this is true even now, that in one of the saddest chapters thus far, He is holding onto me still.

I am here today, as you are, to remember the life and person of Mark Lee Brown, or as I will be referring to him for the remainder of this speech, My Dad.
It’s true that you don’t realize how much a person has touched your life until they are gone.
A flood of memories has just overwhelmed me since my Dad’s passing and I wanted to share a handful of those now.
Hopefully it paints a portrait of who my Dad was and what he means to me, as much as anyone can do that it 20 minutes or less.

Growing up, I thought, the way I’m sure a lot of little boys think, that my Dad was the coolest person in the world.
Whatever he did, I thought that was the right way to do it.
And he affirmed this for me many times over by always telling me that it was.

Food, for example, was always separated, never to be encroached upon by other foods.
The steak didn’t touch the potatoes, which didn’t touch the peas, and so on.
Therefore, I didn’t want my food to touch.
He ate his food, one thing at a time, and one piece at a time, whether it was french fries or a box of Nerds candy.
Size didn’t play a factor.
And I did the same.
It wasn’t until later on that I realized not everyone ate their food this way, that this was actually a little quirky.
But I just thought that they were wrong and we were right, because, like I said, he told me they were wrong.

Dad was big on rules.
He ritualized the things he loved.
He loved food, hence the rules on how best to enjoy it.
He also loved movies, and had appropriate rules for the movie theater.
We’d always arrive a half hour before, get our snacks, look at the posters, and be seated at least 15 minutes prior.
He’d never see a movie that had already started and almost never saw the same movie twice, unless he really thought I should see it.
I remember going to all the classic Disney movies with him as kid.
I would sit next to him and he would fashion me a little cone out of a napkin and fill it with popcorn, so I had something to eat it out of.
It was likely the culmination of these experiences that sent me to film school.

I think most people would describe my dad as a quiet man, reserved in his emotions, and in a lot of situations he was.
But those of us who knew him best were privileged to these extreme bouts of silliness.
I remember him and all of us kids playing with a strobe light—which was the thing to do in the late 80’s, early 90’s—and it was pulsing at it’s highest frequency so that it looked like an old film projector.
And so my Dad grabbed a couple props—a fire poker in a place of a cane and a little plastic top hat—and then, in a manner reminiscent of Charlie Chaplin, proceeded to dance around the room singing “I’m in the money.”

He was one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.
But mostly his humor was subtle, spoken softly under his breath, and if you weren’t listening, you would probably miss it.
Quick and witty little remarks, like when he would drive by a bank and, in a voice like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, he would point and say “ATM…ATM…”
Or when an ad would come on the radio, and the announcer would ask some rhetorical questions pertaining to the product they were trying to sell, Dad would always respond to these, as if he were having an actual conversation with the person.

It might go something like this:
ANNOUNCER: Are you experiencing hair loss?
DAD: Yes. How did you know?
ANNOUNCER: Do you long for the full, thick hair you had when you were younger?
DAD: Yes, I do!
ANNOUNCER: Then call Bosley and Associates for a free consultation.
DAD: No, don’t tell me what to do.

I don’t know why, it made me laugh every time though.

He was not usually demonstrative or ostentatious in his praise, so I learned to become very aware of the nuances of his interactions.
After my graduation ceremony from college, he gave me a card telling me how much he loved me and how proud he was, something short and sweet.
I looked up from the card and thanked him.
He gave me a quick tear-filled wink, and then glanced back at his food.
That said all I needed to know.

At my wedding, he gave a speech.
He began “James, I loved you from day one….”
Then he stopped, choked up with tears, but only for a moment, lest he become undone with emotion, and then he straightened his tie and finished the rest of his speech without incident.

I have these and a million other little gems that I will remember:
His love for Coke, or as he referred to it, “the nectar of the gods.”
And pickles. At any given time, he had at least five different kinds of pickles in the fridge.
Or the one’s that are just mine.
Like when he woke me up at sunset to go walking with him on a beach in Hawaii, just him and I, while the rest of the family slept.
Or him teaching me to use a score card at a baseball game.
Or on a bridge somewhere over the water, where for some reason I asked him what he would do if I fell in.
And he told me he would dive in after me, even though he didn’t know how to swim, which is true.
He never learned.
And there are too many to list here

And so I have all these wonderful memories, but if I’m honest with you, I am filled with a lot of mixed emotions.

See, part of our story is that my Dad was a weekend Dad for as far back as I can remember.
My parents divorced when I was just a baby.
Despite how ordered and calculated he was, this was not a mess he could prevent.
This wasn’t what he wanted.
I know that.
It’s something that happens in a broken world with broken people.
Now that I have kids, I understand what this must have been like for him.
Because if someone were to tell me that for the rest of my life I could only see my two boys on the weekend, I would about die.
I know he felt the same way.

Because this was the reality I was born into, growing up I didn’t really know any different.
But when I was going through trying times in high school and college, I longed for an intimate relationship with my father, who seemed at times at an arms length.
I wanted to be able to tell him my struggles, but didn’t know how and maybe he didn’t know how to ask.

The other night I was looking at pictures of us from when I little, and I was filled with a mix of anger, sadness, joy, and regret.
For a man I had so much more to talk about with, things I needed to say that were never said, or things I needed to hear that were never heard.
For the adventures we had yet to go on, for the grand kids he was supposed to spoil.

In the world’s idea of fairness, I think all of us would agree that he died way to young.
56 years is not a long time.
And why did he have to die the way he did, his body slowly deteriorating, and his mind along with it?
Death is anything but neat and ordered.
Death doesn’t play by our rules.
It doesn’t wait for me to catch a flight, for instance, so that I can sit by him and sing to him and at the very least tell him how much I love him, how much he has meant to me, so that I can at least tell him good-bye.

From my perspective, this looks like an absolute mess.

And it wouldn’t matter that he was good man or that he touched so many people’s lives—and I know that he was and I know that he did—but if this were all you could offer, then I would be consumed with grief.
The tension between these sad, sweet memories and the deep sorrow and permanence of this loss would be so great as to rip me in two.
And I would be inconsolable.

But that isn’t the case today.
I can tell you definitively that death does not win.

About a month ago, my family and I came out to visit my Dad.
Just prior to that, I had begun to wrestle with the idea that I could lose him, something that I never really considered until recently.
We live in a culture that very effectively distracts us from ever having to deal with the question of death, until it is upon us.
And this sent me into a very dark place.
And I wrestled with God for weeks in this dungeon of darkness, and then God gave me this verse, this marvelous light, which I shared with my Dad.

Hebrews 2:14-15—“Therefore, since the children share in flesh and blood, He Himself likewise also partook of the same, that through death He might render powerless him who had the power of death, that is, the devil, 15 and might free those who through fear of death were subject to slavery all their lives.”

I sat across from him and read this to him.
And then I asked him where he was with that.
Was he enslaved by this fear of death?
And if he was, I wanted to let him know that he didn’t need to be.

See, in the beginning—you know the story—God created the heavens and the earth and he created everything in it, including man and woman.
And he put them in a garden and they walked and talked with Him, and it was perfect…
Until they sinned against God, and the bible tells us that the wages of sin was and is death.

Death was not a part of the original equation.
It was not what God intended.
It was not what he wanted.
And so when I hear people say things like, “It isn’t right,” or “he died too young…” they are responding to the unnaturalness of death.
All of creation screams that this is wrong, that it is not as it should be, that something is indeed broken.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 says that “God has put eternity into man’s heart.”

The good news is we don’t need to live in fear, because our Lord sent a savior.
You only need to look at man dying rapidly of cancer to realize that we are a people incapable of saving ourselves.
Thank God that the savior has come.
His name is Jesus Christ.
He came as the perfect sacrifice, died on a cross and rose again, thus conquering sin and death and providing a way back to the Father.

That is the beauty of the gospel in the midst of our mess, that through death King Jesus, the savior of the world, rendered powerless him who had the power of death.

When I asked my Dad if he was living in fear of death, He told me that he had made his peace with Christ, that he was prepared to go and meet his maker if that’s what God wanted.

 In 1 Thessalonians 4:13, Paul says this: “And now, dear brothers, I want you to know what happens to a believer when they die so that when it happens, you will not be full of sorrow, as those who have no hope.”

It gives me great comfort to know that not my Dad is in a place where all things sad have become untrue, that all the loose ends and unfinished business, and all the regrets of this life are gone, and he stands before the throne of God clothed in the righteousness of Christ, more alive than he has ever been.

It is why I can sing with confidence, “Ain’t no grave gonna hold me down.”

One of the last things my Dad said to me was that he didn’t think God was through with him yet, that he had more for him to do.
I think he is absolutely right.
His life has just begun.
Whether we live 56 years or 96 years, this life on Earth is just a drop of water in the ocean of eternity.

Where are you with that?
Does that resonate with you?
Do you have questions?
If so, there are answers in the person and work of Jesus Christ.
I encourage you to wrestle with Him.
He always wins, by the way.

I look forward to the day when I can sit with my Dad as fellow saints in the kingdom of heaven, without fig leaves, without the layers of protection we build around ourselves for fear of being truly known, without all of the barriers that inhibit intimacy, but clothed in the righteousness of Christ, we will understand.

This is the hope I cling to.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Ministry Update: August 2015

It has been nearly 14 months since James stepped into ministry at CrossPointe PTC.  It has been both a great privilege and an incredible challenge to step out in faith as God has called us.

So here is a snapshot of how we have seen the Lord work throughout the last year:

June 2014
James was called into ministry, and despite my objections, went forward taking the position as CrossPointe's Creative Arts Director, and faithfully began support raising!  Also, God provided us with a wonderful bed from generous friends, when we had been sleeping on the floor for a few months...


July 2014
Our good friend Michael took family photos for us - one of my favorite events of the month.  We have not printed any of them and that was already over a year ago.  :P  Miles attended his very first VBS at Four Corners!!

this one shows the real us

August 2014
We moved into our own apartment!  It was remarkable to see God orchestrate the timing and provision for all of this.  Of course, we celebrated Jas' first birthday, amid the boxes and packing tape!

keys to our own place!

unpacking our DVDs

September 2014
I began leading a discussion group for the women's day class for Bible Study Fellowship, an opportunity that would minister to me for the entire 2014-2015 study year!  James and I began leading a community group at CPPTC, a call to leadership that allows us to live life alongside those who join us every week.  We have seen so much growth here, in the folks who have committed to come to our group, as well as in ourselves!  We also got to expand our family to include so many loving people who play with and hang out with Miles & Jasper.
from the corn maze at Southern Belle Farms

October 2014
Our apartment was in need of repair due to the "great flood of '14," but it allowed us to get to know the Poeffels really well, as we stayed with them for 11 days!  God knit our hearts together so much during that time!  And we were given the chance to visit California for two weeks!!
adventures with the Poeffels

California cousins

November 2014
I began seeing some of the fruit of my ministry - mothering my boys!  I was so encouraged as each week, they would come home from BSF singing hymns and able to converse with me about the life of Moses!  We were also blessed when Mark drove down from Missouri to turn around and drive us right back to celebrate Thanksgiving with the Browns!  We got to meet sweet baby Callie, and go to Silver Dollar City for JB's birthday.  Such a wonderful time spent with family.

Buddy Lee showed up at our community group

December 2014
James had moved to full-time ministry in the fall, but the pressures of competing priorities proved to be more stressful than we had anticipated.  He received training from Great Commission Ministries (now Reliant), and after time spent in prayer, he moved back to part-time at the church/ part-time at the warehouse.
hanging with Miss Daniela at community group

January 2015
James preached his first sermon!  We saw God's faithful provision for our needs through the lean times earlier that winter, and then a huge blessing after the holidays (which I know was His purpose - we probably would've spent it all on presents/travel).  I know that God will continue to use the are of finances to deepen our faith in Him on this ministry journey!
James Brown bringing God's Word

February 2015
Our lead pastor and his fam transitioned to a new position in Florida, and Jesus so graciously provided a new lead pastor so quickly that the transition was nearly seamless.  The Vizzinis moved here and it seems like they have always been a part of our family - which they already were, in Christ!  Their trust in God's call to move to Georgia, and obedience to do what He asked has been a huge example for me.  Their story sounds so much like ours, it's a bit uncanny.  I don't think it's an accident that so many of the families in leadership at CPPTC have so many parallels in each of our stories!
praying for the Vizzinis

Sing About Love
cafe night

community group bowling night

March 2015
We were all finally well after a bout with a nasty stomach bug that Jasper, James, and I got, and we saw it passed around multiple families at church.  But God truly spoke to me in those quiet times at home, away from friends, outside of my 'normal' routine.  I've heard it said that you don't really grow inside your comfort zone.  And routine, and social interaction are certainly where I am more comfortable.  So I had to depend on Jesus to be my friend, my small group, and my pastor on the many Sundays we were out of commission.  Though I can live without that illness, I do cherish that sweet time with the Lord.
playdate with friends before the Potter's move

April 2015
I've had the unique privilege of seeing restoration in relationships over the last few months.  Couples, families, and individuals.  It is amazing that God will continue to use what James and I have experienced as a couple (and apart) to minister to others who are going through similar situations.  I began a study in practical theology that has truly transformed my outlook on understanding Jesus, the Gospel, and knowing your Bible - and its application to the big and little things!  God wants all of His children to know Him - not just pastors, leaders, or ministers - EVERYONE!
silly faces with friends after church

May 2015
We announced the big news that God has blessed us with baby number three!  Little bean is due December 20, 2015 - which is coming sooner than I realize.  James and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary in Charleston.  The BSF Life of Moses study came to an end, and summer heat came with full force!

Miles, Miss Kim, and Mitchell on the last day of BSF

Miss Angie, Jasper, and Miss Jean on the last day of BSF

June 2015
We celebrated the book launch of one of our dear friends, Katie Marie!  She published her first novel, and it is amazing - I read it in four days!  Miles discovered his love for painting, starting with his gift for James on Father's Day.  It is amazing to have to opportunity to stay home with our children - I am so thankful God called me to this ministry three years ago!  Miles also began a fantastic summer friendship with one of the kiddos in our apartment complex, and they played together nearly every day.  I love seeing the light of Christ in Miles as he interacts with his friends, and praying prayers of thanks at the end of the day for new friends.

photo with published Young Adult Author, Katie-Marie Stout!

painting a masterpiece

July 2015
God blessed me with an irreplaceable family and a super close knit group of friends who celebrated my birthday with me.  Sometimes, I can't believe how Jesus carved out places in our lives for each other so perfectly.  I cannot imagine my life without them.
We got to drive to Missouri to visit Mark for a week, and spent a lot of time with Beth and Callie as well!  It was a much needed visit, and I am so thankful for the memories the boys, James, and I have with our family.  It is truly God's kindness that the trip went well - driving 13 hours with a four and (almost) two year old could've been crazy!  But they had a blast with their Grandpa, Aunties, Uncles, and cousins.  It was a blessing to know that James prayed for his Dad, and that they were able to talk about all that is going on.
The Butchers and the Browns in Missouri
photo credit:  Miles

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Clearly this post is way too long - which leads me to current day - the end of August already!  Jasper's second birthday has come and gone, and the schools are all back in session.  Obviously, I need to write out ministry updates more frequently, and that is one of the goals I am setting for myself!

This month's ministry recap:

  • CrossPointe PTC now has a prayer ministry in the works!  I met with two wonderful women who have hearts to intercede for others, and I am excited to see what comes from God's leading in this area.
    • Our first campaign is 21 Days of Prayer and Feasting, which started August 9, and continues until this Sunday!
    • PRAY as we heed the Holy Spirit, and plan what will come next for CPPTC's prayer team
  • We are moving as a church body in the themes of 'Gospel,' 'Community,' and 'Mission' as Pastor Jamey preaches through the "Why Church?" sermon series
    • The 21 days of prayer coincide with these themes, and can all be found on the church website, along with the sermon podcasts!
  • I am gearing up to lead a small group with BSF again this year, and I am also doing some at-home-preK with Miles and Jasper starting next week - definitely areas I can use prayer!
Jasper turned TWO!

church after church

Of course, there is always more to come, and I will be updating our experience in ministry, at least quarterly!  Until next time...

Monday, March 16, 2015

Flower Power!

Spring has sprung!  It is so beautiful here, and I cannot stop taking pictures.  We have a ton of flowering trees at our apartments, so just about every shot is glorious!!  Then I had an idea when Jasper was taking his nap after lunch today:  Miles and I gathered a few blossoms and used them to make prints!  It was so fun.

"Here's a flower for you, Mom!"

One of the many Tulip Trees/Japanese Magnolias on our lot 

On the swings with my little

(Jasper touches his lip when he's tired)

"Hiiiiii Spring!"
(Jas is still so tired.)

Miles climbing


This handsome one. 

So grown up already!

Jasper on his way back

The setup:  paints of Miles' choice, blooms of every kind

Step one:  Grab a flower

Step two:  Dip it in the paint

Step three:  Stamp it!


Our finished prints

I think my favorite one is the middle row, left - Miles took one of the Japanese magnolias and dipped it in all of the colors before stamping it on the paper.  I can't wait to send these out in the mail.  :)

Enjoy the Spring!

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Motherhood: Scars, Crayolas, and Glitter

You know, all of those baby books and parenting classes are fine.  I mean, they are adequate.  But nothing prepares you for the adventure of motherhood.  I mean NOTHING.

I have never loved a person so much and then loved another person just as much and then been so exhausted and wanted to be as far away from both of those people - all in the same day.  Okay.  Let's be real, in the same minute.  A friend at Bible study reminded me that God made it so that our kids would make us laugh, even when we are mad at them.  And it is so true!  Nothing diffuses a situation like laughter.

So the day before James preached (click here to listen to the podcast!), I was exercising at home.  Well, alright, I was doing jumping jacks and running in place to warm up for a workout.  But Jasper was playing in the room with me, and decided it would be fun to go right where my feet were kicking up behind me.  I proceeded to knock him over, but we were standing really close to our TV stand.  And in my panic, I swirled around to stop him from banging his head on the sharp corner...
... and he was safe.  In fact, after I caught him, he hopped right back up and kept playing.

But it wasn't without doing that very thing to myself.  I completely ran out of time and hands to catch myself from falling.

It was awful.  I did a quick assessment of my symptoms:
  • Dizzy?  no
  • Eyesight?  fine, not fuzzy
  • Do I feel suddenly tired?  no, but I'm definitely in shock, the pain hasn't registered
  • Can I get up?  hm, not gonna try yet
  • Is it bleeding?  Yep.
  • Am I going to crack up laughing now?  definitely.
I mean, what else could I do but laugh?  James was at the church practicing his sermon, so it was just me and the boys at home.  I slowly got up, and walked to the kitchen for a paper towel and some ice - because I definitely didn't want to swell up, even though I knew that I probably got my first black eye - from myself.  So lame!  Meanwhile, Miles was yelling, "Mommmm!  I'm donnnnne!" from the potty over and over, and I was trying to tell him to just wait.  But you know, he's three.

I am so thankful that it wasn't worse.  It actually didn't bleed very much, and my eye was fine, just a little scratched on the lower right eyelid, and a little sore.

James got home as soon as he got my message, and I mostly wanted to be babied for a few minutes.  And he indulged me - let me rest, and took care of the boys.

Honestly, it healed pretty quickly.  It's only been two weeks, and all that is left is a little bump under the scar.  But it is the first of many scars to be received in motherhood, I'm sure.

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But, oh, do those boys make me laugh!

Jasper Ulysses

  • He is such a firecracker!  He's got a temper, and gets SO loud when he feels like it
  • I absolutely love his laugh.  I can almost always make him laugh, even when he is cranky, overtired, or ultra hungry.
  • He is obsessed with Spider-Man.  We went to Naomie and Olivia's Christmas play, and one of the kids was dressed as Spidey - Jas was starstruck.  He wouldn't stop trying to climb over my shoulder to see Spider-Man sitting behind us, and saying, "Hi."
  • I love to see him play.  His imagination astounds me.  He understands characters that go together, and recognizes his favorites.
  • Jazzbaby loves to sing.  He will sing like Ariel, King Louie, the residents of Halloween Town, and knows lots of words from the end of lines like, "Tell old/ Pharaoh/ Let my people GOOOOO!"
  • This dude is running full tilt, especially if he gets to stay up past his bedtime, when it is the most dangerous.
  • He only calls Miles "Bubba" - even when I tell him to say "Miles" he calls him "Bubba."
  • When we are in the car, Jas will call my name over and over and over
    • "Momma?  Momma?     Momma??"
    • And when I answer, "Yes?  Jasper?"  He pauses and points and brother, and just says, "Bubba."
  • He has started to refuse to eat vegetables, even though he loves them!  So weird.

Miles Yossarian
  • This amazing kid is beginning to understand imaginative play, and just today, was expressing the desire to watch movies that don't exist yet
    • Like a Monsters University movie that has all the members of Oozma Kappa working on the MI scare floor together
  • One of his best friends is Mitchell, from his Bible Study Fellowship class.  We get to play with him twice a week, since I am watching him on those days.  :)
    • Jasper calls him "Mi'Milm"
    • Today, Mitchell was Batman and Miles was Robin while they were on the playground
  • His favorite thing to eat is spaghetti and meatballs - especially when he gets to help make it
  • He is still crazy for chocolate milk
  • The latest obsession is watching Chip and Dale cartoons.  We have seen the same 8 episodes over and over, but he loves it
  • He cried at the end of Godzilla 1985, and Where the Wild Things Are
  • He cried when he found my driver's license, saying, "I'm sad because you don't have long hair."
  • Bubs is one of the funniest people I know.  On the way to community group tonight he said, "Can I have my soda?"  I said, "No, Miles, not until dinner."  "Gosh!  Man, I just want it!"
  • He pays attention to people and their favorite things - like whenever there is anything mentioned about a mermaid, he comes to tell me because he knows Ariel is my fave princess.
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Oh, so the other part of my title had nothing to do with the kids actually.  I treated myself to a pack of Crayola colored pencils and a pack of Crayola Bright Colors Markers today.  I am going to start color coding my Bible passages as I study.  I'm super excited to use this post from Women Living Well as my guide!  I started today in Leviticus 16, which I had already studied for BSF, and there is a lot of red, green, and brown.

And the glitter is something I am SUPER excited about, and I think it was the reason I decided to write a blog post right now:

I registered for The Color Run: Atlanta with my friend Daniela!  It's going to be so awesome because 2015 is the Shine tour, which means it won't just be a color run - it will be a super-sparkly GLITTER run!  Eeeeee!  I cannot wait!  I am looking forward to April!!

But it's late now, and my evening coffee has worn off, so good night!

Thursday, January 15, 2015

2014 Recap

Well, 2014 ended rather quickly!

We had a wonderful one, so here is a photo recap of our year:

These littles at the Hampton house

Photos from JBs phone during the snow storm

Miles Wazowski

Zoo Atlanta for Bubs' birthday
Ammy & Jas

Walking about with my cap-wearing dudes
(Jas was in the sling!)

Memorial Day swim fun with Hannie and Gigi!

my first Zumba class in GA!
Like, fer shur!!

Happy fourth from the Browns!
(Be happy, Jasper)

Fireworks fun in Newnan

Jas, loving the mud

Zoo Atlanta splash pad!


snorkeling buddies

Belle & Sebastian and "Me & the Major"

this statue

the lovely Mrs. Hogge

crazy cuzzos

King of all wild things!

Thanksgiving day in Missouri

Tasty Mexican food with G'pa

Bubbas untangling the lights

community group fun with
Miss Daniela

Reading on Christmas morning

new boots!!!

Thanks for joining us on our 2014 adventures!!