We all scream for ice cream............

On a beautiful spring night last week, we took the kids to DQ. For those of you who know me well, know that I have an obsessive love for ice cream, and I am happy to say that my kids share that love as well!

Chocolate dip cone, where have you been all my life?

Poor Ella, she can't enjoy the wonderful ice cream bliss, yet.

My oldest, he finished his in record time, he almost beat his mama!

Benjamin had to switch to a spoon, he doesn't quite have the licking technique down yet.

I love this boy! Makin momma proud!

Ok, my pictures are a little out of order, but I'm to lazy to fix them.

After their ice cream they had to throw "helicopters" that were all over the ground.

Ella had her ice cream, via breast milk, but I had to include her and her new found talent! She just loves that thumb!

I miss having a BFF.

I do not have a BFF, and I am sad about this. My dear sweet friend Sara was one of the closest friends I have ever had, but 3 years ago she moved, a long, long way away. For those of you who watch Grey's Anatomy, she was my person. It really sucks when your person moves away.

Today I had a very bad day, the kind of day where you need your person. You need them to listen, to be there to give a hug, to make you laugh, to take you to your favorite Thai restaurant, split some condom rolls with you, and talk until your jaw hurts. (Sara, if your reading this, when your back in town, we need to get some condom rolls) For those of you who are totally grossed out, that is just Sara's description for spring rolls, but it makes me laugh, that's why she is my person.

I guess I am just feeling sorry for myself tonight, but I really miss having a BFF.

Sara lacing me up in my wedding dress.

Sara and I

I miss you Sara, can't wait to see you in June!

Sticks and stones.

It never ceases to amaze me how much power ones words hold. We can lift each other up or tear someone down, all with the words we speak. With our mouth we can say things we shouldn’t, we hurt others, and then we pay the consequences for what we’ve said. Our words cannot be taken back after we’ve said them, we can only say that we are sorry and hope that we are forgiven.

Recently I was wounded by some words that were spoken to me. The words hurt for two reasons. First, they were just simply unkind things being spoken to me, second, they came from someone who is close to me, someone I love. (I just want to let everyone know, it was not my husband :))

The thing is, it took only seconds for those words to be spoken, but now they are seared into my heart, and its going to take a long time for me to forget them. I prayed about this last night, I felt the Lord prompting me to forgive, which I have, but even with the forgiveness, the hurt is still there. That nagging rawness of my heart, the hurt I am feeling has got me thinking about MY words, and how I speak to my loved ones.

I want to take something from this experience and turn it around and bring something positive out of it. I do not want to spew venom, I want to speak words of love and acceptance. Imagine if every time we opened out mouths we spoke words that were laced with healing, edification, encouragement, comfort, wisdom, love and truth. The bible talks about that in Philippians 4:8, we are supposed to think about things that are true, noble, just, pure, lovely, of good report, virtuous, and praiseworthy.

That is what I want, that is the kind of legacy I want to leave my children. A legacy of love, encouragement, wisdom, and truth. A legacy of kind and uplifting words.

I will leave you all with a quote from Nathaniel Hawthorne.

"Words- so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become, in the hands of one who knows how to combine them!"

Complaints are for the birds.

Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I was talking with the Lord, and I committed to Him to not complain about ANYTHING today. Nothing, nada, not one little thing. You see I have noticed that lately whenever something goes wrong, when I have a problem, or am just plain annoyed, I pick up my phone and call my husband, my friend, or my mom and I gripe and complain about it. The thing is, whenever these problems, annoyances, situations or occurrences happen, there is only One that I should be seeking, only One I should talk to, and that's Jesus. I need to seek Him in every circumstance, now matter how small. When the kids are driving me mad, I need to talk to Jesus, when the basement leaks and all the clothes get wet, I need to talk to Jesus, when the guy at Sonic is driving me crazy and won't stop talking, won't give me my Diet Coke, all the while Ella is screaming her stinkin head off, I need to talk to Jesus.

You see, when I don't talk to Jesus, I am not very nice. I say things I shouldn't, I snap at my husband, I yell at my kids, I frown a lot. I don't like who I am when God and I aren't tight, and we can't be tight unless I'm talking to Him everyday!

So, today I've had some things come my way that I usually would have compained about, but not today, today I'm talking to Jesus. And you know what, its been a pretty great day!

Here's some pictures of my kids, just because I think all posts should have something you can look at!

A Thousand Words Thursday

An example of how being a mom to boys can be hard sometimes.

One day Noah's teacher walked him to the car with an ice pack on his face, he had fallen off the monkey bars and broke his fall with his face. This was a few days after, it looked much worse.

This one is my favorite. One night, right before dinner, I had just called Noah in to wash his hands when I heard fussing, I went outside to see Noah crying and holding his head. I soon discovered a big gash on his head and lots of blood, we left dinner, literally on the table and headed to the ER. Three hours, $300, and 3 stitches later, we were back home. What happened, you ask? He thought it would be fun to swing on his basketball goal, but we had recently moved and it was not weighted down, so it came crashing down, on his head.

And finally, his first black eye. This happened on Thanksgiving Day, when Noah thought it would be fun to ride the wagon in my father in laws basement. The wagon stopped, Noah didn't, and his eye made serious contact with the wagon handle. Good times. And he's my more careful one. Lord help me, Benjamin is not even two and falls down at least 20 times a day!

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Boys, pizza, baseball, and an almost tornado.....

Warning! - This post contains MANY pictures of super cute boys! Just wanted to let you know, you've been warned!

Tonight my sweet hubby, my sweet boy, and his sweet friend were supposed to go have pizza with Noah's baseball team and then watch a KU baseball game. All three boys were super excited and I was happy too, because I was hanging with my sweet SIL, eating dinner, when all of a sudden the tornado sirens start going off. I turn the TV on and find out that the town that my hubby and the boys are in is in a tornado warning! I call Chad and he tells me that he and the kids are headed to the KU campus where they will be going to a shelter.

Here is a picture of the clouds swirling, trying to form a tornado!

Noah at CiCi's Pizza, notice his hat, he thinks he is cool.

Apparently Brock thinks he is cool too! Notice the amount of straws in their cups!

Noah's friend Brock is incredibly sweet and bought some tokens with his OWN money and shared them with Noah. I guess his parents give him an allowance, poor Noah, I am so cheap!


Noah talking to me on the phone, as I try to sound perfectly calm, and not let him hear that I am totally freaking out because my baby is in the middle of a tornado!!!!


Still talking to mom.


How cute are these boys??

Again, super cute!

Here is Noah climbing a super high rope, with no mats underneath and his dad is taking a picture. I ask you, how does one catch a falling child with a camera in hand?

If your a boy, what better place to wait out a tornado, than a Big 12 college football indoor practice field.

They ran a lot!

All tuckered out.

This is the room where Mark Mangino and Bill Self give their press conferences! How cool is that?

Can you tell were big KU fans?

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

By the way, the baseball game was cancelled and Chad and the boys made it home safely. I finally stopped pacing the floor, but my diet was destroyed tonight, since I had to have cookies to relieve my stress! I am sure the scale will understand.

My Man

Today I am going to post about my most favorite person, my wonderful man! I am writing about Chad today to let all you awesome bloggers know about his new blog, The Jesus Coaster. Go check it out, and if you do, please show him some love and leave him a comment!

Now, let me just say that I love my man very much, and I think he is very intelligent, talented, and well written, so when he mentioned that he was going to start a blog, I got very excited! You see, when we first started dating Chad would write a variety of devotionals and send them to me at work, but eventually he got so busy at work, that it just wasn't possible. I loved his writing and I missed reading his emails very much, but now I get to read his thoughts again and I love it!

The Lord had blessed my husband with a great gift, and He speaks to Chad's heart and gives him some great messages. I hope you all enjoy Chad's writings as much as I do. Now, I have to warn you, my husband is an avid roller coaster fan. Fanatic would probably be a more approiate word, so while most of his posts are inspirational, be prepared for some posts about roller coasters and theme parks.

I am not a fan of coasters, but God has a great sense of humor, because ever since I married my husband our lives have been a crazy wild ride!