Hello Asher!

So at 3:30 A.M. the day of Asher’s birth my contractions came on suddenly and strong. Long story but I had a weird labor with him. Anyway…that was when I woke out of dead sleep and came to the conclusion my body was ready to go.

Well this past Monday morning…exactly 3 years later at 3:30 A.M., I awoke again quite suddenly.  Asher was staring me right in the face with his stuffed animals and blanket in his arms.  I’m still not sure if he was walking in his sleep, or even fully awake.  He threw down his stuff and told me “I not want these.”  Then proceeded to climb into my bed.

So what do you think…do kids have these internal clocks that their bodies tell them…”Now go wake up your Mommy and scare her.”  In past years I have woken up at his birth time which I always thought was interesting for my internal clock, but this was the first year he gave me a reminder of how it was those 3 years ago.

Heading up the gangway

Saying goodbye to my babies

Ready to Relax (trying not to cry)

See the Florida coast behind me…I love the ocean!!!  Being on it for five days was wonderful…we had two port stops, but honestly I would have been just as happy just sailing.  I like to tease I am part mermaid. 

It’s not what you might be thinking.  Faith loves to be sung too.  It relaxes her to where I can just lay her down.  My set list can range from any  nursery rhyme to some popular Broadway Hit.  Tonight was one of those nights I just found myself in awe of my Savior as I stared at my sweet girl.  From favorite hymns to old camp songs, I just sang praises to His name.  Faith’s little fingers reached out and were grabbing at my lips.  The tips of her fingers so soft against my face.  Her eyes just looking long into mine.  So tonight my worship came from the rocking chair.  It’s not really the first time but it was a tender moment that I don’t want to forget.

Ok so I did a HUGE post about how I loved google reader and I still do. I don’t miss posts from any of the blogs I read. However a con to all the pros is that now I don’t comment as often. Without being on the live blog I find I don’t take the time to go and comment on cutie kids and inspiring words. I need to do better about that.

That is what I feel like…blogging is something I desire to do.  I come up with funny little things my kiddos do, topics I’d love to write about, and just fun things, BUT never find I can give the time to sitting down and doing it.

Did you know my little girl is almost 8.5 months old…I’ve wanted to blog each month. Last one is 6 months. My little man will be 3 the end of this month….I hope to put something here for him.

This blog, journal, diary I don’t know what to call it…for me I want it to be a little scrapbook keeping track of the little things so I don’t forget. But it is elusive, it escapes me, and time well that I just can’t find.

So I’ve come to this conclusion…I will write. It may not always be for the masses but I will write and when I have time I will put up pictures, but I have tried to make this into too much. I will sit down and I will write what comes to me…what they say even if it is only a line…and I will remember.

My little girl is 6 months old.  Technically she was a week ago but I figured I’d wait for official doctor numbers before I posted.  Today she weighed in at 14lbs 11oz and 25.75 inches long(I question this one only because the mat they were measuring on was all messed up).

I can’t get over all she is doing.  Sitting up, rolling over, getting up on her knees and rocking her buns…she wants to crawl so bad but is for now mobile with a scooting, army crawl combo.  I love when she gets in crawl position then falls forward on her belly and repeatedly does this to get across the room.  She has one tooth all the way through and and another making its debut.

I am saddened by her constant progress only because I do not remember it going by so fast with Asher.  I question if it is a second child or it has been spring/summer where we are constantly doing things.  She is on solids (if you truly can call it that) and today just because the doctor said she could start “table food”, my mom and I gave her a small sliver of bread and later let her slobber all over a waffle cone Asher did not want.  No, there was no ice cream inside. 

Slow down, my love!!  Mommy is not ready for you to get so big so fast.

Listening in at the nursery door while your husband sings his little girl to sleep. I just love it and so does she. His voice calms pretty much every storm where she is concerned. Forgive me for saying, but those are the “sexy” moments.

Today my husband and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary.  I wanted time to post a bunch of fun pics to remember the day but alas no time was to be had.  So instead I will give a summary of how God truly has our best in mind!!!

We met through a mutual friend and I loathed Lance from the beginning.  He had an uncanny way of getting under my skin and embarrassing me to moments of blushing.  One night as I was encouraging a friend of mine who was having to get glasses, Lance made my heart beat a little faster.  I mentioned that I prefer a guy in glasses, something about the look of intelligence and intrigue.  He stepped out from behind me (you must know he was a regular glasses wearer) and said “How you doin’?” in his most cheesy pick-up line voice.  I was seething as my face went to unmistakable shades of red.  That very moment I knew I liked him but as our friendship grew he made a point to tell me that he could never marry anyone like me.  [I picture the Lord laughing hysterically at us knowing we would end up together]  Summers later I spent counseling at a camp in Georgia praying the Lord would remove the feelings I had for this guy;  I prayed desperately for peace.  I returned home the end of that summer, and as friends do, we got together to hang out.(4th of July @ an airshow)  I had peace, I had God’s control, and I was thrown a HUGE curve ball.  “Sarah, I don’t know any other way to say this, but this summer as I spent seeking God.  He showed me I am going to marry you!”  I thought it was a very cruel joke but turns out not so much.  He went to my father and let him know his intentions.  Lance and I were officially dating/courting by that Fall.  The following February we were engaged, and only 4 monts later, we were married.  June 28, 2003 my love repeated to me those very words that had made my blood boil.  We wrote our own vows and even with contacts on he slipped on his glasses and said “From the day I said, “How you doin’?”  Funny thing, I had the same memory in my vows.

Thank goodness the Lord knows better who we are to be with than we can ever know for ourselves.  I love you, Lance!!  (and I still prefer him in glasses. 

Today my sweet girl is five months old.  Without a monthly check-up, measurements aren’t exact but she is approx. 14lbs and 26 1/2 inches long.  She is growing like a weed.  I thought I would just share a few pics of all the new things she is up to.  It has abeen a full month of rolling over (video to come), starting food, sitting by herself, trying out a bottle and then moving onto a cup. She has also discovered her toes are the best chew toy ever.  She seems to be teething but no little whites peaking through just yet.  Time is going by so very fast.