Catching Up, IPhone Style

We went fishing at a family reunion

B and I took a kayak tour for my big birthday

Nana, Pop, Grace, and Micah came to visit for Easter and we went to the beach 

My loves.

Muh, the future cowboy!

We picked flowers at Meme's house

We picked strawberries with dear friends

My little pig pen after the strawberry patch

Els, the butterfly huntress

Haircut number two for the little man

We pick (and eat) the wild blackberries in our yard almost daily

One of Els' treasures

Guacamole made at our table at a local restaurant.  Everyone loved it!

Ever since I got an iPhone for Christmas, I take tons of pictures.  It's wonderful because I never have been much of one to remember to bring my camera, pull it out, and actually use it.  Especially in very busy times, like right now.  We have been going here, there, and everywhere in preparation for my little sister's wedding next weekend and just because life is busy busy with a 3 year old and a 17 month old.  Here is a little bit of what we've been up to.

O what wondrous love is this, though I raised my clenched fist,
He opened up my hand to receive His gift.
And what wondrous love is here that God Immortal has drawn near,
And shed His blood to close the rift.

From "What Wondrous Love is This"

Among the Scoffers

Behold the man upon the cross, my sin upon his shoulder,
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers,
It was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished,
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished.

From "How Deep the Father's Love for Us" by Stuart Townsend

This Past {long} Weekend

It was a doozy.  In a good way.  Now that I look at all of the pictures I really can't believe we did all that we fit this all into four days, but we did.  Here's a glimpse

First we hunted Easter eggs at Els' school.

Fun was had by all!

Then, after frantically looking for (and finding-thanks a billion Jen) a babysitter, I experienced my first Mess Night.  Sadly, this is the only picture I got.  (That's B top right, raising the roof.)

Next, our good friends came to visit.  These guys are only 3 weeks apart in age and they had a great time together.

We visited Els' "beautiful place", aka the marsh front around the corner from our house, where she attempted to climb a tree.  This girl is fearless.

The weekend was capped off by a trip to the beach with good friends.  

My men.  This was before Muh got into the water and let the waves literally crash over him while howling with laughter the whole time.  I don't have pictures of this because I was frantically trying to keep him from washing out to sea!

Needless to say, we were (and are still) tired.  

And hungry, but a great time was had by all!

Farther Along

There is so much hurt going on all around us right now.  It drives me to my knees and leaves me only further convinced that Christ himself is my only hope.  I love this song and this whole album for that matter.  You can find it here.

"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;  persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.  We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.  For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body.  So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you." -2 Corinthians 4:8-12

3 Years

This was taken on her birthday.  She didn't have a nap, was full of sugar, and was quite excited about ice cream at Chikalay.

This morning I am thanking the Lord for three years with our precious little bundle of life, Eliana.  She is joy and drama, entertaining and challenging, and always the absolute most beautiful girl I've ever known of.  Oh, and funny.  The child does not forget anything, so she simultaneously keeps us on our toes and keeps us in stitches.  This particular birthday has been so much fun because it's the first one she's really been aware of and excited about.

Three Years Ago Tonight

We headed to the hospital at about 2 AM to meet our precious baby girl!

A Little Augustine for Your Wednesday Evening

What crooked paths I trod!  What dangers threatened my soul when it rashly hoped that by abandoning you it would find something better!  Whichever way it turned, on front or back or sides, it lay on a bed that was hard, for in you alone the soul can rest.  You are there to free us from the misery of error which leads us astray, to set us on your own path and to comfort us by saying, 'Run on, for I shall hold you up.  I shall lead you and carry you on to the end.'

-from Confessions, Book VI, 16

The Valley of Vision

My heart is breaking this afternoon for so many reasons, for so many people.  However, I'd be lying if I told you that I was not the first person for whom I am tempted to weep.  One year ago today we brought home a very sick little man from the hospital.  Although it was the end of his sickness, it was just the beginning of mine.  On January 19, 2011, I had no idea yet how black it would get, how deep depression would go.  I cringe, my heart in knots, just to think about it now.  And although I did not yet realize how deep was the valley that I had begun to descend, I also knew very little of the mercy of my God.  Because, you see, last year I found myself in the pit falling in love with my Savior.  Praise God that he has delivered me from so great a peril and he will deliver me still!  I learned (am still learning?) by paradox that the broken heart is the healed heart.

"Let me find thy light in my darkness,
thy life in my death,
thy joy in my sorrow,
thy grace in my sin,
thy riches in my poverty,
thy glory in my valley."

-from "The Valley of Vision

What a difference a year can make!

'Tis Christ My Earthen Vessel Fills

With treasures rich...

I know I'm a little late in the game but, Happy 2012.  Here's to a year of God's continued provision though we don't know where we're going.

Because my previous post left much to be desired, here is some recent adorableness to clean your palate so to speak.

Muh enjoying a bite of his sister's Christmas tree cake.

My little elf girl in front of "her" tree.

On Stinkhorns

There is a lot of good stuff being written on blogs about Christmas right now.  So, in lieu of adding my completely inadequate two cents to the holiday mix, I'm going to write to you today about a war I'm currently waging in my yard.

For starters, it's almost 80 degrees outside today.  Today, December 22nd.  It's also humid and perfect weather for plants.  Many of them are confused.  Our poor little azaleas are already blooming.  It's also perfect weather for fungus or every kind.

About a month ago I started smelling what I thought was a dead animal somewhere in the woods around our yard.  The next day, Els brought me a handful of some salmon-colored something as I was unloading the car.  Two and two were put together when I realized that she smelled awful.  It was that stuff in her hand that smelled like dead animal!  But, what was it?  Upon closer examination I discovered that our flower beds were riddled with what looked like mushroom-sized salmon aliens growing out of the ground.  They were the culprit.  Not only did they smell of carrion, they were covered in flies.  What the heck?

Stinkhorns.  My nemesis.  I do not exaggerate when I say that for the next few days I was so nauseated by these abominations that I could barely eat.  I wanted to puke every time I walked outside and I could not even look at them.  A quick internet search revealed that I was not alone in my plight.  Although some people inexplicably revere them, others, like me, battle with them, and the only solution is to dig them up, tie them up in plastic bags and throw them away. Eggs and all.

Oh yes, I said eggs.  B and I have decided that stinkhorns have included everything evil and disgusting in their make-up.  They are definitely a result of the fall.  They begin innocently enough as little white eggs just under the surface.  Then they burst forth into all of their salmon octopus/alien, green slime-oozing glory.  Did I mention that they smell like death?  They smell like death so that they can attract flies to spread their spores.  I have a friend who says that hell must be covered with stinkhorns and no-see-ums.

So, every day, I walk our flower beds and dig these things up along with any eggs I find.  What can I say, I lead such a glamorous life.

Why do I write this?  Two reasons:  1-To add my voice to the stinkhorn haters out there.  2-If there is someone who reads this who has done battle with these things and won, please, please tell me what you did.

That will be a great Christmas present for me.

Born is the King

If you haven't heard this song yet, you should.  It's had me dancing around the house, in the car, etc. for the last couple of days.

All Things New

Els:  Mama, what comes afta winta?
Me:  Spring.
Els:  Oh, but we're not on that page right now.
Me:  Right, what page are we on?
Els:  Fall.  (pause)
Els:  Mama, what comes afta night and day?
Me:  Well, babe, they just keep going around and around.  Night and day and night and day.
Els:  No, it goes night then day then summa, then fall, then winta, then Nana's house!

Yesterday I had a killer headache.  They thankfully only happen every once in a while but, oh, when they do I am down for the count.  All day long I could feel it building.  When I take the usual painkillers during the day and nothing happens, I know I'm in for trouble.  B put me to bed shortly after the kids were down for the night because there was nothing else for me to do but try and sleep it off.  I had taken the daily limit of medicine to no avail, and so I knew the Lord Himself would have to heal me.  In the merciful darkness, I prayed and then finally slept.  At one a.m., I awoke, covered in sweat but without pain.  Whenever this happens, I always feel new.  It's hard to explain but basically, when you feel like someone is driving a spike into your head, when that stops, there's no way to feel but new.

I was thinking about this the other day while dusting.  How providential of God to use a chore I despise to bring me truth.  So, there I was, dusting B's night stand when I noticed an etching.  "I love J@$&*#."  A little background for this.  Other than our beautiful, handcrafted bed, our bedroom suit is the same one that I had in high school.  The same one my parent's had when they got married.  The same one that my great-grandfather made.  So, long story short, I permanently carved "I love so-and-so high school boyfriend" in a night stand that is now my husband's.  God redeems all things.  He knows what is best for us.  Always.

And again, I was reading through my journals from college recently when I came across an entry from July 10, 2002 where I was begging God for a husband.  And I was being specific.  I had met a guy that summer at a camp where we both worked and I just knew that he was the one for me.  Except he had a girlfriend.  So, in this entry, I was pouring my heart out to the Lord, begging him with all that I was to somehow make this man fall in love with me.  I was heartsick.  (I actually remember this night now.)  Anyway, in God's divine mercy and love, on July 10, 2004, I married B and not the guy from camp.  (I'm actually not sure that I've ever seen him again.)

He makes all things new.  He redeems all things.  ALL things.  Even the heartached etchings and ramblings of a silly, silly girl.  Therefore I have hope.

"And he who was seated on the throne said, 'Behold, I am making all things new.'"
-Revelation 21:5a

My Boy is 1

A year ago today we brought a seven pound buddy home from the hospital.  Two days ago we celebrated his first birthday.  I can't believe it.  Where does time go anyway?  First off, he had a BLAST turning one because it meant food.  And if there's one thing Miller loves besides his mama, it's food.  We celebrated with all of his favorites - pickles, grapes, and PB & Js.  He also had two cupcakes and I think he may still be on a sugar high because he has barely napped since then.  (Where oh where did those two to three hour long 10-month-old Miller naps go?)  Miller (and his sister) loved getting all kinds of new dump trucks, cars, and balls to play with.  We finally have some proper little boy toys in our house.  All in all, it was a wonderful day of celebrating our little man!

He loves balloons too!

Thrilled birthday boy!

I keep sitting down at the computer and writing semi-posts and I write them all the time in my head.  The problem is, when I say "I keep sitting down at the computer" I mean "I sit down at the computer, oh, maybe once a week."  So, nothing much happens from me on these here interwebs.  Fortunately, there is much happening here OFF the computer screen.  Days are shorter, but thanks to good-ole' "fall back" nights are also shorter here too.  Still.  Also, thanks to the four teeth Miller has gotten in the last week alone his naps are not predictable and rarely long enough when they happen.  He's currently crying it out because I know homeboy is tired.  (Oh the necessary evils of babyhood!)

As for the good news, after this week, we will only be buying diapers for Miller to wear at night.  He wears cloth diapers during the day and Els is out of them.  Also, no more formula!  Hallelujah!  I don't think that Miller is wild about cow's milk yet, but he's usually slower about adjustments than Els was.  Often, these are the things that fill my days.  Diaper changes, trips to the potty, naps, attempts at naps, snacks, attempts at meals, etc.

Though it may sound monotonous, our days are filled to the brim with excitement and wonder.  That's the joy of having one child on each border of toddlerhood.

So much else to tell, but we may just sack this nap attempt today and get outside.

My Little Pumpkins

Hi There

My name is Kels and I'm turning into quite the delinquent blogger these days.  We went on a big tour of the South if you will over the past week and a half and neither my house nor my brain has recovered.  So, here I am, not putting away laundry and blogging.  There's a lot going on in and around our life these days and I am left to ponder and pray (while constantly picking up toys so we don't break our necks) and generally wonder.  Instead of trudging you along through all of the gory little details, here are a few snippets from Magee-dom.

This is the view of our back yard between about 7 and 7:15 am.  It's breathtaking and I've been seeing it a lot more lately since I'm *trying* to get up before my kiddos.

Els' first haircut.  She was a champ!

Muh had chocolate cake.  Before his first birthday.  Oh, second children.   Needless to say, he loved it.

We have been finding Els asleep in various places and positions lately.  This is one is my favorite. 

While in Georgia we got together with one of my college roommates and her children.  Els wanted to hold "her baby" like her friend.  

This face.  We see it a lot and it's usually accompanied by growling.  This kid is ALL boy.  

Also not pictured by order of the management:  B has been doing P90X, diet plan and all and he is looking good folks.  (Not that he didn't ever, but what girl doesn't love a few more muscles?)  He forbid me to put up pictoral evidence, though.

And, we got to see a whole lot of family over the past week in Mississippi and Georgia but I'm pretty much terrible at taking pictures, so we don't have many.  It was a great trip and we're thankful that B got the time off to go with us!

B is for Birthday

Our favorite man about the house hit a big milestone this past week.  I won't tell you which it was, but it wasn't the 2-0 or the 4-0, if you get my drift.  We had a cook out for him on Saturday which, through absolutely no planning of mine, had a theme.  Not only did we grill brats and burgers, B brewed his first batch of all-grain pumpkin ale.  It was all topped off with a giant pan of baklava from the local Greek restaurant.  In short, we celebrated B's birthday with brews, brats, burgers, and baklava.  We had a little chuckle about it.  If only this were Sesame Street.

Happy belated Birthday Babe!  (Ahh, I can't stop myself!)

Yes, we're in a cemetery.  It's a national one that overlooks San Diego.     

Here's the birthday boy with his favorite girl.

This buddy loves his Daddy!

That Tuesday

All day, my mind has constantly wandered back to that infamous day.

It was a Tuesday, a beautiful Tuesday morning at Wingate University.  My best friend/roommate and I didn't have class until 10:30 am, so we had both slept in a bit and spent the morning talking and leisurely getting ready for the day.  Usually, we listened to the radio, but I had just gotten Caedmon's Call's "In the Company of Angels" CD, so we rocked out to it.  I clearly remember that I was wearing my favorite blue capris and a white t-shirt.  My hair was still short-ish from a spur of the moment cut a few months earlier. The day was starting as perfect as possible.

At about 10:15, we finally descended the stairs outside to venture to class.  A friend of ours walked up to us wide-eyed and said, "Someone just flew a plane into the Pentagon."  Now, this guy was a generally goofy person and tended to say things for shock value, so my first impression was 'yeah right.'  But there was something about the seriousness in his face and desperation in his voice that made my stomach drop.  What?  I walked a little faster to my statistics class and found out that the world had changed.  I'm sure my reaction was similar to yours.  Shock, disbelief, utter astonishment, fear.

Classes were canceled for the rest of the day, but for some reason, cross country practice wasn't.  Although, running hard up and down the hills of a nearby farm with some of my closest friends was comforting that day.  It was normal.  We had known it before.  The only other thing any of us had done all day was stare dumbfounded at televisions which played the crashes and crashes and crashes on a loop.

What was going to happen next?  That was the biggest question on my mind.  Fortunately, I had already planned a trip home the following weekend.  There was a lot of construction on 85 South in those days.  I remember crying as I passed crane after crane draped with American flags.  When I returned to school on Sunday night, my roommates and I made a big flag out of construction paper and hung it in our front window.  We cried, we hugged, we prayed.


We hoped.


"We've no abiding city here:

Sad truth! Were this to be our home!
But let this thought our spirits cheer;
We seek a city yet to come."

-Lord's Day Hymn-We've No Abiding City Here by Thomas Kelly