fun at isaac's

joy

juice

yesterday was just an amazing time at the park. half of this juice box went down owen's pants. and as he walked around bow legged i began to think that as owen grows there are phases that we have gone through that are beginning to repeat themselves. when owen was little i would always bring an extra set of clothes in case of the occasional blow out or spit up. but that ended about a year ago, now we are so used to just carrying about the backpack that houses 1 diaper, some wet wipes, my wallet and keys and phone, nothing really else travels with us. i think now though, as owen is starting to be so much more independent with stuff (ie juice boxes), we are going to start having to bring extra clothes again... just wait till potty training!

month 26

dear owen,
i really have been lazy the past few months in trying to write you a monthly letter, but i'm going to try and turn over a new leaf. this past week as we were playing in the basement, i came across your dada's baby book and i was so incredibly impressed with the fact that your nana wrote down everything significant about your dada's growth and development and just anything in particular. i guess with having a blog, and chronicling our lives even before you were born, this is your baby book.... so i promise to do better.
this past month as you have made so many strides in becoming who God made you. we lost someone very special to us who would have enjoyed every moment in seeing you grow. you remember memee very specifically and you pray for her every night, saying "memee sleepy with jesus." and it makes me sad, but so very happy that you remember her and still ask for her. she would be thrilled to know that you know who she is.
your mer mer has become very special to me this past month, and she is your favorite person. we went running with mer mer once and the entire time you encouraged her by saying "mer mer run... mer mer fast." for 2 miles you said this over and over. when we were over hanging with bubba you saw a diet coke sitting on the table and pointed at it and said "mer mer, picy (spicy)" (because according to you, soda is spicy). it amazed me that you could take an object and associate it with someone.
we've got a new routine now and we are learning about each other more and more. you are growing so quickly and have many favorite words, like, dumb and fart, and butt and boogie, and today you said crap, oops. but i think mer mer taught you dumb. oh, and you sing jesus loves me... so at least sunday school is paying off.

love,
mama

chap stick

friday

jesus loves me this i know

happy happy

ok, so i'm one day late in officially blogging a happy birthday to my husband.... i know, so lame. but, if this post is actually reminding you that b's 32nd birthday was yesterday, than shame on you for forgetting.... just kidding. we actually celebrated brian's (and greg's) birthday a few days early by going out with a few friends to Cuba Libre's.... an amazing, sweet, very cool cuban resturant in philly. brian and i actually tried the cubanese dancing... which is very sexy.... which we did not look sexy at all doing. but it was fun and we laughed. happy birthday honey!

fresh air

this morning i went into owen's room to start our morning routine. usually it consists of me jumping on his bed with him laughing, and then we cuddle and talk about the day ahead. so as i was talking with owen about what we were going to do today, he says "mama fart? mama fart?" and then it dawned on me and i replied, "no owen, mama bad breath."

beauty

if the question "do you think i'm beautiful?" came attached to my soul, then maybe the answer wasn't ever meant to fully come from this world. maybe the purpose of the question is to take me by the hand and walk me into the presence of the creator. my soul cries out and asks the questions meant to lead me to God. maybe all that really matters is what He thinks of me. have you heard your heart cry, "do you think i'm beautiful?" then let these words embrace you with their truth.

The king is enthralled by your beauty. (Psalm 45:11)

- Angela Thomas, Do You Think I'm Beautiful