I had to share this moment I just had with my baby boo about 1o minutes ago. I was taking her to the bathroom and while I was holding her up there I asked her "How much do I love you?" And she said "too much Mommy." She leaned forward and hugged me. I'm SO blessed!!! I love you, Baby boo.
Last night we got to visit Austyn's school for Family Fun night. Their PE teacher put this together so parents could see what their kiddo did during PE. There was rope swing, jump rope, basketball, hula hoops, scooters, barrel roll and so much more. It was a ton of fun. I will admit though that it was WAY too crowded in there. Tripp and I feel so fortunate that Austyn was able to get into this school. It is the original elementary school here in town and is amazing. We don't live in their district but through the power of prayer and God's will we put in for a transfer and got it. We LOVE this school!!! Praise God. We hope Austyn can continue to grow up and attend this school.
My awesome Grandparents. We miss y'all!!!
My Babies. They are a month apart and I've watched my little man since he was three months old. They are a lot like brother and sister. It's awesome ;-)
A little Wii Boxing action. Avery, of course, just like her mommy has to use her tongue to make it work right.
He really wasn't THAT bored. I promise!!!
Avery got a little boost from a mini trampoline to help with her power swing ;-)
Preparing for our Christmas Eve lunch with dear friends. Austyn made special place mats for each person. It was so PRECIOUS!
My Baby Boo
Our nephews got barbie dolls from their Daddy on Christmas Eve. It was AWESOME and SO funny!
I celebrated Christmas with my Daycare kiddos on Friday and Avery was SO excited to open her new WAll-E blanket. I don't think she has put it down yet.
On the other hand, this is Avery's "Night Night" that she has had since birth. This is the blanket that follows her EVERYWHERE. Can you tell??? The funny thing is that both Austyn and Avery had a blanket made by the same person, same material and both ended up choosing that as their special blanket. BUT in saying that, Austyn used hers for almost 5 years and had maybe one "small" hole in it while Avery on the other hand doesn't have much left after just three years. Two different girls and personality types.
Austyn made this ornament last week at school!
Friday at school was pamjama day which Austyn ALWAYS loves because she isn't such a morning person. We also let her open her Christmas Eve gift early because we always give the girls special pamjamas to where that night so she could wear them to school that day.
Austyn also made this awesome wreath at school with her hand prints. She keep telling me all week that she had something that was coming to make me cry. This was it! The card reads: "Sometimes I might upset you just because I'm small by leaving fingerprints on mine on a table, chair or wall. But everyday I grow a bit and I'll be big one day when my tiny fingerprints have long been cleaned away. So keep these prints of my two hands to help you to recall just how big my fingers were that time when I was small." Isn't that AWESOME???
By Max Lucado
God had entered the world as a baby.
Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.
The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.
A more lowly place of birth could not exist.
Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor; perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him—so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.
Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can’t remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn’t figured it all out. The mystery of the event puzzles him. But he hasn’t the energy to wrestle with the questions. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name the angel told him to use … Jesus. “We will call him Jesus.”
Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. “His kingdom will never end.” (Luke 1:33)
He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.
Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.
She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!
This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.
Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he had just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility.
Those who missed His Majesty’s arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren’t looking.
Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?
