Friday, March 23, 2012

So I won't forget, Karsyn at 11 mos.

So in a couple of weeks, my baby will be 1.  I have been a little sad about it, just because she is my last one.  So I just want to document a few things that I love about my baby.  She loves to eat, she will eat anything and gets so excited at meal times.  After she eats, her little tummy sticks out like a little pot belly over her diaper.  Her favorite food is cheese.  She also loves fruit, meats, and is not fond of bread or veggies.  

I painted the girls toenails and fingernails and I did Karsyn's.  She did not like it and cried the whole time.  But, it turned out pretty darn cute, so I am sure I will be doing that again soon!

 She loves drinking out of her big girl cup.  Honestly I could probably just take away her bottle and she would be just fine.  But regular milk stops her up, so we still have her on some formula.
 This baby is back to sleeping good for me.  She is sleeping all night, praise God!  She will often have 2 or 3 naps a day depending on what we are doing.  I put her to bed around 7 or 8.  This picture was from after ladies bible class, she was worn out and she fell asleep on the floor with her bottle.
 This little girl has some curls in her head and definitely got my cowlick in front.  So her hair is a little funky right now.  I often put it in a tiny pony tail and this is a picture of her with her first pigtails.  Pretty cute.
The girl is still not walking.  She can do it, she just choose to crawl.  She loves to crawl very fast and make her little hands smack the floor.  It is funny.  She will take a couple of steps if we coax her, but she is really uninterested.  One of her favorite things to do is dance to whatever music is going on, she especially loves to hear her daddy play guitar.  She listens and shakes her little booty side to side.  It is hilarious.
I love this girl.  She reminds me so much of Cooper.  She doesn't seem to have quite the adventurous spirit of Clayton, so that is comforting.  She has great fine motor skills already, which Cooper did too, and he was slow to walk as well.  She has a happy personality, and does well in our busy schedule.  She loves, loves, loves her daddy, more than any of the other kid did at that age.  She has learned to say Bella (dahlah), and all done (ahh da).  It is so cute.  I love this baby girl.  Seeing her little smile when I get done with work just makes my day.  She is so tender hearted, Brian and I just have to say "No, No Karsyn." and she is in tears. She doesn't seem to have much of a stubborn spirit, yet, but I am not holding my breath.

God is so good to have given us this precious girl.  A year ago, I remember I was questioning God's wisdom in giving us another girl, but now I have no doubts that this child was exactly the one to make our family just right.  May God give me the wisdom to raise her in the way that is just right for her to become a valuable servant of His.

Thursday, March 08, 2012

Wind- a parable from myself to myself


If you live in west Texas, you know about the wind.  Today the wind is especially strong.  It’s cold hands push you with a force that is absolutely ridiculous.  Dust pelts my face like little tiny pin-pricks.  My hair is blown so bad, a style is unrecognizable.  A receipt from my purse blows out and will probably end up in Arkansas.  My car weaves on the road pushed by a force I can’t see.  The wind is powerful. 
As I walked with my son into his school this morning, we both were shocked by the force of the wind as we got out of the car.  I yelled over it’s noise, “Come on bub!  Grab my hand!  Let’s run!”  I looked at my son’s face, there was a little apprehension, but no hesitation.  He grabbed my hand hard and we started to walk quickly towards the door to his school.  As we were struggling against the force of the wind, we tried to run, but it was hard, I exclaimed, “Wow, this wind is crazy!”   I looked down at my 5 year old’s face and the expression was of absolute delight.  With one hand he gripped mine tightly and with the other he was holding his hood of his jacket on his head.  The biggest smile was on his face as we walked and ran into his school. 
Immediately I related this struggle against the wind to my own walk with God.  How do I face the wind?  Do I have the biggest smile on my face, relishing the forces around me and dwelling on my grip on the hand of God?  Or do I frown, and complain and wish I didn’t have to deal with the force of the wind? 
My life has had times where the wind of pain and struggle was so strong I didn’t think I could stand up.  With tears and disgust I would grudgingly hold the hand of God as He guided me through something I couldn’t weather alone.  I hated the wind.  I didn’t understand why it was so strong and why I was so weak.  But regardless of my attitude, God was right there, ready to help, guiding me and directing me to a place that was calm and protected.
I hate to say this, but I know there will be more difficult times in my life ahead, that is just how life is.  Good for awhile, and difficult for awhile.  Inevitably, the wind will return.  But, this time, I will be ready, with a smile on my face to grab the hand of God with strength and laugh as we run through the gale, to a place of calm, growth, and peace.

Anyone who meets a testing challenge head-on and manages to stick it out is mighty fortunate. For such persons loyally in love with God, the reward is life and more life.  Ja. 1:12