Tate is still in Ohio, and has been missing his boys like crazy (as he should!). My last post only had 1 picture of Liam, so Tate asked for some of him. Can't wait for you to get home sweetie!
Trying to grab the camera.
Lunch of carrots and pears...makes for awesome poop!
Everytime I said "say dada", he thought that was hilarious!
He completely looks like big brother!
So handsome!
My sweetie!
One of his play stations. He lasts about 10 minutes in each...makes for short chores.This week Truett and I were finally able to go to the zoo. This is the first time we've gotten to do anything just the two of us since Liam was born, and it was a blast. Truett was in a great mood, enjoyed all the animals and even let me hold his hand! I always forget though, that the Abilene Zoo only takes about 30 minutes to walk through, not a few hours like the Ft. Worth Zoo. So we were done pretty quickly. But it was a much needed "date" for us both. He told me as we were leaving that the next time we come, I can bring Liam and Daddy if I want to.
Look how big he is! He's not my little baby boy anymore, but he's so handsome! Looks like his Daddy!
King of the mountain, and he was about to fight the "bad giants" in the zoo. I love being a mother of boys!
My favorite animal in the zoo.
Two peas in a pod. Snack time on the dock.
A little cheese in the smile, but adorable none the less.
This was how Truett dressed himself to go looking for "buhds". Oh, and he said he looked like Daddy. :)
And my sweet Liam. This is how he typically falls asleep, something on his head. Look how long he is! And I can't believe today he's 7 months old! I say this about every stage, but I LOVE this stage he's in. It's hard not to get sad that he keeps getting older, but he's such a fun baby!Truett has been having a hard time lately with Tate being gone with work. He doesn't really know how to express that he misses Tate and is sad, so sometimes he just completely melts down.
Tonight, he had a total meltdown that lasted for about an hour. It's hard on me of course, because I don't really know how to handle it sometimes. But I hate it for Truett, if only he could understand the words I tell him. But after an exhausting battle, he crawled into his bed and just sobbed. My heart completely broke for him. I wanted to take his pain and confusion. I wanted to hold him and cover him in kisses, reasure him. We laid down and he finally let me hold him. He started to talk to me, and told me his heart gets sad when he acts like that. I told him that when he gets sad or mad at Daddy or me, he can tell Jesus, and Jesus will help his heart. Truett said "no, Jesus can't help me because he's not real down here, he lives up there (pointing to the sky). I said "sure he is, he lives in Mommy's heart, and he can live in your heart too!" I have told him this before and he usually argues with me or asks me how someone so big can live in his "wittle" heart. So I expected the same.
My sweet, tear-stained, tender little boy turned to face the wall and started talking softly. I leaned in and heard him say, "Jesus, please come down and be in my heart like in Mommys'. Thank you Jesus."
I can't keep from crying!
Oh Truett, You are my joy!
I know I will offend someone, so in advance, I apologize. I will not however apologize for what I'm going to say.
In the background I'm listenting to the news and I realize I'm getting a little stressed. If I think about it, life has gotten a little more stressful lately. News of "stimulus bills" that prayerfully will work, but realistically is just full of pet projects for the president, house speaker, etc... is worrisome when I think about how it will affect my children's lives down the road. I worry that our nation's leaders have no moral compass, and have no concept that their votes, their actions, their bills will have consequences in the eternal. We will all be judged. Do people not realize that they too will be judged on the way they vote? I'm not saying God is a republican or a democrat. I'm saying in the eteranal, the economy, taxes, healthcare and bailouts won't matter. Life matters. And when some of my friends, people who are close to me rationalize their vote and put more importance on the economy, than the importance of protecting life, my heart breaks. I don't think on judgement day God will say how glad he was that we voted to save our economy, that we voted for "change". I think he will ask why didn't we do everything in our power to protect the life he so perfectly created. I get angry that people will get rageful and protest and go on hunger strikes to save the trees. Is human life less important than trees? I don't get it. I don't get it. I also don't understand people getting upset about the genocide around the world, but vote for the womans' rights to kill her own child. There have been more murders from abortion alone than genocide (I'm not saying genocide is not important). And yes, I did say "kill her own child". I'm tired of pregnancy centers, the government and "politically correctness" telling us not to use the words "kills, death, die, murder" when talking about abortion so that we might not offend anyone. Am I the only one who is sickened by this? I'm tired of women being lied to, that abortion is an "option", just like parenting and adoption are options. What they aren't told is the percentage of women who try to kill themselves after an abortion. They aren't told the number of women who suffer from depression, eating disorders, alcoholism, self-mutilation, drug addictions, shame, hatred for themselves, insomnia, nightterrors, ongoing health problems...need I go on? People who say they are "for women's rights" are lying to themselves. If women's rights are something that is so important, why then, are they being lied to, and not warned of the heartache that will follow an abortion? It may be immediately, it may be a week, month, year, or 30 years before it hits.
And since people usually bring up the "rape" situation, I'll comment on that too. Rape of course is a HORRIBLE event, a tragedy. There is no argument that it is an ugly, evil and horrific violation. And when this results in a pregnancy, the majority of people, even "pro-lifers" give an "out" to abortion. "It's okay, but only in this case. The woman shouldn't have to be reminded everyday of what was done to her." I agree that the women shouldn't have to be reminded of what happened. The rape should never have happened. But take the focus off the rape, the rapist, the womans' rights. A life was created, yes out of selfishness, violence and ugliness. But a life was created. A baby was created. Tell me, when God looks at that life, that baby, that child, that teenager, that adult who was conceived this way, does he look at this life and say, " I created you, but you are not good?" Do you think God looks at that child and says, "I love you less because of the way you were created?" I absolutely don't think so. Jesus didn't say "I have come that you may have life, and have it to the full, but only those who were conceived in love." That innocent life when born doesn't know he is so despised. That baby was still "beautifully and wonderfully created". Why do people have no regard or respect for life? I just don't get it.
People of today are so focused on convenience, not being in-convenienced, not being uncomfortable in anyway, being instantly gratified and not thinking their actions have any consequences. I of course struggle with this thinking too! I want what I want when I want it! God has become a joke, a parody, and only something for "weak-minded people". Our nation has turned it's back on God, and I am deeply saddened. When our president is only in office a few days and lifts a ban on government funded abortions, how does God feel about that? Is God going to bless a nation who spits in his face?
I pray for my children and the world they will grow up in. I grieve that they will never really know pride for their country. I grieve that society is "raping" their innocence with promiscuous kids programs, homosexual characters in their cartoons, homosexual education in kindergarten, murder is a common theme in video games and cartoons, sex is pushed on them in elementary schools, and God is not allowed in their schools! I grieve that kids are killing eachother and their parents don't understand why. But take a look in their homelife and all you see is a TV with violence, games with violence, internet full of porn and parents who leave other caregivers to raise their children and don't want to be bothered with the "inconvenience" of parenting. I'm not saying that parents who have their children in daycare are doing this, I'm saying parents who don't raise their kids, who don't teach, grow, direct their children. Parents who don't want their lives to be inconvenienced with the "boring" needs of their children.
I know how it will all end, and I rejoice in the victory Jesus has already won! I serve the Creator, the Redeemer, the Judge, the Great Physician, the Lover of My Soul, Jesus the Son of God! He grieves along with me, with us, in how we treat eachother.
What's so beautiful is He didn't just die for me. He died for and adores those who spit in his face. He loves those who have kicked him out of their lives and mock him. How beautiful is that? He loves someone who does "good" and the most evil person the same. It's so hard to understand that! But the evil child-rapist, the most evil terrorist in the world is still His child. He still wants that child to be with Him in paradise. It's so hard to understand that kind of love. But he is Love. He IS Love. And I have to daily put my life, my childrens lives, my marriage, our family, our finances, and my worries at the foot of the cross. I need to be reminded daily what he did for me, so that I don't have to carry all these worries and questions. He is big enough to handle them. He has redeemed my life from the pit, restored what was stolen from me and has turned my ashes into beauty! Nothing and no one on earth can do what He has done for me. I don't live my life perfectly, and I am constantly wanting to do things better, to be a better wife, mother, woman, daughter and friend. I am learning that my first role and my priority is to be His daughter and dwell in Him. I can't do it all by myself, and I'm not supposed to. He is Love. And Love is full of Grace.
I worship the lover of my soul, my creator, my Father.
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On a lighter note, here are some sweet pictures from our home. My children are precious and I can't imagine loving them any more.
My boys watching Planet Earth.
Sweet perfection.
Liam's 6 month picture. My aunt said she's surprised his face doesn't hurt with as much as he smiles. I've had a lot of fun playing with my new Canon, so thought I'd share some pics from this past week.
Liam in his sweetness.
My Crepe Myrtle in the ice storm.
I loved the light in this one.
And I love my telephoto lense and macro! I can't believe it's already been 5 months since my little Liam charged into my world. He has been such a blessing, a joy and an amazement. I feel so blessed that even in those moments when he's screaming to be fed NOW, or not sleeping, or vomiting on me and the couch, I know that in a minute I know he'll be smiling and flirting with me.
A year ago I was still mourning the loss of our baby, and working through that loss but beginning to feel the joy of the life growing in me. I'm amazed how life can change in one year. Last year I was consumed with fear that I would lose this child as well. So as I try to do with every hard situation, I ask myself what I learned or what I think God was trying to teach me. And looking back it's pretty simple: FAITH. Such a simple word, so commonly overused. Did I trust that God had me and my baby in His hand? Did I have faith that He would restore what was lost? Did I trust Him that my pain would not last eternally? I have to admit that this past year my faith has been shaken and tested tremendously and I am still working to make sense of it all. But I know this: the little faith I did have was enough. Today I pray for more faith.
But on to Liam. Here are his 5 month pictures. They show a little progression of sitting up kind of tall to slowly falling over. (Thanks to my new Canon Rebel XSI, I could actually capture it!)
Looking good...
Starting to lean a little...
And a little more...
Is anyone gonna help me?
So here we try it again.
Truett making sure Santa ate all his cookies and drank ALL the milk.
Oh the joy of a first bike! Truett vroomed all around our house. I can tell the chickens and geese better watch out in a few months!
Look at those cheeks!
Tate and Truett playing with the Lincoln Logs. How sweet they wanted to include Liam in the boy time!
Poppa and Mekah celebrating with us. Nice pants Dad!
My sweetest Christmas gift!
I'm not sure what Liam is so shocked about, but it's cute.
I have to say I have some really precious and cute boys.
Truett got a camera from Tate's parents. He took some "interesting" pictures.
After all the Christmas mayhem, and a day of blessings.
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