I have wanted to go to the beach for the past few months. Every year when the weather gets nice, I get the "itch" to lay in the sand. We finally got the chance to get a little beach time in June. My birthday was June 16th and we invited some friends and headed down to Buggs Island Lake to camp for the night. We had four familes total and we had a BLAST. We got to lay and play on the beach two days straight and enjoy the compay of great friends. What could be better! Tristan had a BLAST in the water. He would not come out! Ryan and I are so thankful he loves the water as much as we do!
The interesting part was that we camped, which is something we have never done with Tristan. He was excited to sleep in the tent. I was a bit nervous about this part for several reasons, but everything went great! The best part was in the morning, Ryan rolled over and Tristan was sitting up on his "bed" and said, "Good Morning,,, Daddy! I am reading books!" Sure enough, Tristan was sitting quietly readings, waiting for us to wake up. He is so considerate! I will be posting pictures soon. Ryan's computer crashed and all of the pictures are on there.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
This and That
Tristan and I love to hang out on the deck. We like to eat lunch out there and play in the pool etc. Enjoy the pics of him being silly!
Memorial Day Weekend
Memorial Day Weekend we had a small cookout. We just had a few of our favorite couples over for a cookout. Good food but even better company :) Enjoy the pictures!
Tristan and his buddy Malachi, trecking through the grass. Tristan said they were muddin. Hahaha
Tristan, watermelon stained, running down the slide in the bouncy house.
Tristan, Malachi and Jael... enough said :)
Someone I know LOVES watermelon! True signs of summer!!
Gangs all here!
The ending...
Another season of our lives has come to an end. I officially resigned from my teaching career this year and I am now a full time mom! Yippee! Boy have I been blessed with the desires of my heart!
It is a strange feeling. I am used to getting summers off and down time to chill and to spend with Tristan and Ryan. It is a strange feeling knowing that I will not be going back to work in the fall. Whatever I am going to be called to do, I do not feel that it is teaching as I was. Only time will tell!
So, for now, I will enjoy just being a wife and mother. Life could not be much better. :)
It is a strange feeling. I am used to getting summers off and down time to chill and to spend with Tristan and Ryan. It is a strange feeling knowing that I will not be going back to work in the fall. Whatever I am going to be called to do, I do not feel that it is teaching as I was. Only time will tell!
So, for now, I will enjoy just being a wife and mother. Life could not be much better. :)
adoption
On facebook, I have become a fan of many adoption pages. Sometimes this gets pretty interesting beacuse there are some really insensitive people out there! However, today I stumbled upon this. I really liked it :)
~Legacy of an Adopted Child~
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
...Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.
And now you ask me, through your tears,
the age-old question unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.
Author Unknown
~Legacy of an Adopted Child~
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
...Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.
And now you ask me, through your tears,
the age-old question unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.
Author Unknown
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Just a funny story
Tonight we took a family trip to Kroger to get the things we needed to make breakfast for dinner. We made some absolutely delicious french toast on Italian bread and some other things. Tristan wanted to make muffins so we did that as well. We all LOVE muffins here :) So after dinner we got the muffin stuff out and he helped me as usual. He was spooning the batter into the muffin pan holes and a few drips got on the table and the chair. Not too bad for a two year old. Beamer always rushes over to eat the dropping but he was napping. I took the muffin pan over to put it in the oven and when I looked up, Tristan was on the floor, spread out on his tummy. He said, "I lick up my mess like Beamer does." Sure enough, he was licking the floor to get the tiny drop of batter up. There is not much you can say about that!!!
The floor was just cleaned, thankfully, but it was really funny. Hopefully he wont do it again!!!
The floor was just cleaned, thankfully, but it was really funny. Hopefully he wont do it again!!!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mother's Day!
Mother's Day is so bittersweet for me. I have the BEST mom I could ever ask for and I love her so dearly. I have also been blessed with an amazing son, who I am too, thankful for. I prayed to be a Mommy for so many long years, and I would not trade any of those painful days and nights because they lead Ryan and me to Tristan. God heard all my cries and he blessed us with a beautiful son and has allowed me to be his mother. I am indeed, blessed.
Every year I am so excited about Mother's Day, but every year I am left with this little heartache. I carried it all day today and it was not until tonight that I was able to face what it really was. I was rocking with Tristan and we were reading Pat the Bunny before bed. I asked Tristan who he wanted to pray for tonight and he told me "Pray for doctors. They make everything better." (cute) Then I asked him if he wanted to pray for his birth-mommy and he said yes. While I mention them, I am sure that he does not know what that means, but more on that in a totally different blog....
It broke my heart... I get the fun job.... sitting in Tristan's comfy chair snuggled up with him in his Thomas the train "jams" reading Pat the Bunny. I get to smell his sweet "baby smell" after he has taken that nice long bath and his hair is still damp. I get to sing him songs out of tune and have him giggle and ask me to sing them again. I get the fun job. But somewhere out there is a lonely girl who misses out on all that. My heart breaks for her. I will forever be grateful to her and her selfless sacrifice. I pray for both of them often that God will overwhelm them with peace and comfort and that they will know deep within that Tristan is so dearly loved and cared for. I pray that one day they too will know God's power and love. Oh, I can't begin to imagine how she must feel like on a day like today. I just trust that God has a bigger plan in all of this. While I know why we have Tristan, and I rejoice that I was chosen to be his super blessed Mommy, I pray for a young woman who chose life for her son. She is a mother and she, too, should be honored on this special day.
Every year I am so excited about Mother's Day, but every year I am left with this little heartache. I carried it all day today and it was not until tonight that I was able to face what it really was. I was rocking with Tristan and we were reading Pat the Bunny before bed. I asked Tristan who he wanted to pray for tonight and he told me "Pray for doctors. They make everything better." (cute) Then I asked him if he wanted to pray for his birth-mommy and he said yes. While I mention them, I am sure that he does not know what that means, but more on that in a totally different blog....
It broke my heart... I get the fun job.... sitting in Tristan's comfy chair snuggled up with him in his Thomas the train "jams" reading Pat the Bunny. I get to smell his sweet "baby smell" after he has taken that nice long bath and his hair is still damp. I get to sing him songs out of tune and have him giggle and ask me to sing them again. I get the fun job. But somewhere out there is a lonely girl who misses out on all that. My heart breaks for her. I will forever be grateful to her and her selfless sacrifice. I pray for both of them often that God will overwhelm them with peace and comfort and that they will know deep within that Tristan is so dearly loved and cared for. I pray that one day they too will know God's power and love. Oh, I can't begin to imagine how she must feel like on a day like today. I just trust that God has a bigger plan in all of this. While I know why we have Tristan, and I rejoice that I was chosen to be his super blessed Mommy, I pray for a young woman who chose life for her son. She is a mother and she, too, should be honored on this special day.
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