Friday, October 14, 2011

Friday Facts and Photos

Last weekend was a blast...we spent the majority of our time (again) outdoors, in two different pumpkin patches and at a harvest party.

The craziness began on Friday afternoon when we headed to Richmond to celebrate my dad's birthday (a tad early) by meeting at Red Lobster for dinner.  In attendance were my mom, dad, Linds, Jared, Jason, Connor, the Jessops (Bo, CN, Leila, and Luke), and me.  We had a delicious dinner of (mostly) shrimpy goodness and lots of cheddar biscuits (for me at least).

Afterward, we spent the night with the Jessops, as we were spending Saturday with them.  After breakfast on Saturday, CN, Luke, and I made a quick jaunt to Lexington to shop the Columbus Day sales at Once Upon a Child and Clothes Mentor (two fantastic consignment stores).  Everything in both stores was an extra 30% off, which meant that I came away with 5 pieces for Connor and 3 pieces for me for a little under $50.  Connor ended up with one pair of fleece pjs (top and bottom), one fleece outfit (vest and pants), and Ralph Lauren distressed jeans.  I came away in even better shape, with a black blazer (something I neede desperately in my work wardrobe, but am hoping to dress it down with jeans and a tee, too), a Talbots peach and cream metallic damask pencil skirt (new with tags!), and the best find of all, a J. Crew peachy-colored velvet blazer, also new with tags (Thanks to CN for finding it!).  I love fashion, but what I love even more is cute fashion that comes in the form of a good deal.  I hope I can hit up Clothes Mentor again soon.

After a lunch on the road, we headed back to pick up the guys and kids, and headed to a local farm where the kids ran through a hay maze, sat (and jumped and ran) in a field of pumpkins, rode a pony, and played in the hay.  Connor, as always, is in his element outdoors.  He ran with reckless abadon, falling several times in his excitement, wearing himself out completely.  He slept the entire ride home.















We went straight from Richmond back to RC, where some of Jason's extended family have a farmhouse. They were hosting a harvest party, complete with carving pumpkins, food, music, and a hayride.  Connor ran up to every single pumpkin and inspected it, rode the hayride (twice), was doted on by the older girls, especially Audrey, and again, wore himself completely out with fun.  He spent most of the night dragging Jordan and Pacau (Jason's dad) around.







Sunday after church was our last pumpkin patch trip for the season.  We went with Mom, Dad, and Linds to Bearwallow, where, not surprisingly, Connor was in awe.  This time, he ran through a corn maze with Jason, played on a playset just his size, ran through a hay bale tunnel, petted baby goats, took another tractor ride, and most of all, was fascinated by the farm's contraption that shot a pumpkin into a neighboring field every 30 minutes or so.










Sunday night was spent with our small group, and although the ladies didn't get to talk too much about our book study, we enjoyed time outside watching the kids play, a delicious potluck meal, and fellowship.  I am so thankful for my small group friends and the support they give.

Thankfully, this week has been a short one, schoolwise.  We were in school on Monday and Tuesday, but the rest of the week has been our fall break.  We finished up our literary nonfiction mini-unit by reading "Once More to the Lake" by E.B. White, and are ready after break to move on to informational nonfiction.  Exciting stuff.  :)

Jason has been busy with meetings for his new curriculum, and recording ads at the radio station, but we got to spend both Monday and Tuesday home as a family.  I love days when I can be home all afternoon, cook, clean up, play with Connor, and still have time to prep everything for the next day with no rushing to meetings or appointments.

On Wednesday, Jason and I left for our first alone overnight trip in nearly a year and a half.  Seeing as how our anniversary this year was so close to our Alaska trip, we did not celebrate, but Jason surprised me for my birthday by letting me know that he'd found a great deal through AAA for us to go to Asheville (we had been once before and loved it) for a couple of nights during fall break.  There will be a post to come soon full of photos, since we just got home.  In short, the trip was amazing, the time away was relaxing, Asheville is gorgeous, the food was delicious, and I want to go back.  :)  (Thanks to Mom, Dad, Linds, Randy, and Veronica for watching C while we were gone.)


Random facts for the week:

- A dear friend of mine, Natalie, and her husband are embarking on a journey to adopt their second child, and Mom and I just received our shirts. Not only are they cute shirts with a great message, the proceeds go toward funding the adoption.  Natalie is also selling precious handmade ornaments.  Check out her blog here, and if you feel so inclined, help them bring another child home.

- Connor, my usually-wonderful sleeper (despite getting up every morning before 6), decided on Monday night that he wasn't tired and would stay up, screaming every 30 minutes, until 2 a.m.  At first, I thought something was wrong, and it may have been a bad dream the first time, but once Jason went up there to check on him at 11:30, he was up every half hour until 1:00, when Jason brought him to our bed (which never happens...to each his own, but I don't sleep well with a toddler squirming beside me.  I love him more than anyone, but we all sleep better when he sleeps in his room.).  This was a mistake.  He then thought it was playtime (and by then was feeling great).  He kept jumping on the bed, saying, "I want Dino Dan!  I want Gabba."  This went on until 2 a.m., when I informed him, calmly and rationally, that we do not watch tv at 2 a.m., and unless he laid down and went to sleep, I was taking him back up to his room.  The jumping continued, so up he went, and he slept peacefully until I had to wake him to go to the babysitter's (which is later than he ever sleeps).  I am now thinking that when he woke up the first time, he was legitimately scared, but once someone kept coming up, he decided he'd keep on, seeing as how he slept perfectly when I took him back upstairs.  Little stinker.  :)

- Connor has been asking for "Daddy" much more lately.  He has been, since he was old enough to voice a preference, a definite "Mommy's boy," always preferring snuggling with me to playing with Jason.  But now he has started wanting to play cars with Daddy instead of me and watch football and jump up and down in front of the tv.  When did I lose my little partner?  :(  While I love that Connor wants Jason (and it does give me a few minutes to fold laundry or take a shower), I miss hearing "I want Momma."

- I felt extreme guilt at leaving Connor for the two days Jason and I were gone.  I think that guilt is just an automatic feeling once you become a mother.  I feel guilty for just about everything...and with being a working mom there is already a load of guilt about how much I leave him during the week, so to choose to go somewhere without him felt wrong.  Jason and I desperately needed a little break and some time together (with both of our schedules it seems we rarely get to have down time together) to relax, and Connor had a blast with both sets of grandparents (and Ninny -- Aunt Linds), but there is always that nagging feeling that a "good mom" wouldn't leave him.  A "good mom" would be with him every second.  At the same time, there is another part of me that knows that a happy family includes a happy marriage, and that the lure of two days where I can sleep in, read as much I want, take a nap in the middle of the afternoon (what?!), and spend some quality time with Jason is quite hard to resist.  So, what's a mom to do?  If I didn't go, I would have felt guilty and still tired and stressed, and by going, I still managed to feel guilty and wonder what Connor was doing, what he was learning, etc... without me.  Any advice for assuaging this "mom guilt"?

- I found, via Pinterest, an easy recipe for candy corn bark, which I thought would make a perfect treat for our small group on Sunday night (along with Oreo truffles).  The recipe is ridiculously simple, fast, and it is quite yummy.

Candy Corn Pretzel Bark
-24 oz. white chocolate bark
-2 cups thin pretzel sticks, broken
-2 cups candy corn

Melt the white chocolate.  Stir in pretzel pieces and candy corn.  Pour into a parchment paper lined baking tray, spread thinly, and let cool.


- Connor has started saying, "Oh, no" or "Uh-oh" when tv show/movie credits start rolling.  Once we realized how sad he was to see his favorite shows end, we have tried to cut back even more on his tv viewing.



Random photos for the week:

with his buddy, Jared

hugs

giving love
  
playing with his favorite car

exploring the implements in his new doctor kit

smiley boy

Monday, October 10, 2011

Taking a Stroll

On our last visit to Louisville, Jason, Connor, and I took a stroll around his childhood streets. 


It was one of those unplanned, special occurences that happens every now and again.


As we walked and I snapped photos, Jason pointed out houses and told stories of his favorite childhood memories from each location, and which friends lived at each house.


It was nice to be reminded of those days when we were just learning about each other and hearing everything with fresh ears and seeing each other with fresh eyes.


11 years later, I still love hearing him talk, wonderful story weaver that he is.  I hope Connor will tell such fond stories of his childhood home/neighborhood when he gets older.










Saturday, October 8, 2011

All of Me

I don't know how many of you are familiar with Matt Hammitt, lead singer of Sanctus Real, but I have admired the band's music for several years, even more so once I heard "Lead Me" and the story behind the song.  I was also drawn in by reading the Hammitt family blog, which you can find here, which chronicled the birth, surgeries, and amazing story of their son Bowen, who was born with a congenital heart defect.  There is something very compelling about reading the story of this family who is trusting God through even the darkest of times.  I am happy to say that, right now, Bowen's health is good, and their story has been such an inspiration to me.

One of Matt's latest singles, though, has been on my mind of late.  It is called "All of Me" and was written to and about Bowen and their situation.  While I cannot relate to having a child with a major health problem (Thanks to God that Connor has thus far been a very healthy little boy.), the lyrics pierce my heart every time.

Afraid to love
Something that could break
Could I move on
If you were torn away?
And I'm so close to what I can't control
I can't give you half my heart
And pray He makes you whole

You're gonna have all of me
You're gonna have all of me
'Cause you're worth every falling tear
You're worth facing any fear
You're gonna know all my love
Even if it's not enough
Enough to mend our broken hearts
But giving you all of me is where I'll start

I won't let sadness steal you from my arms
I won't let pain keep you from my heart
I'll trade the fear of all that I could lose
For every moment I share with you

Heaven brought you to this moment, it's too wonderful to speak
You're worth all of me, you're worth all of me
So let me recklessly love you, even if I bleed
You're worth all of me, you're worth all of me


Having a child means that part of yourself, essentially, your very heart, is tangible.  This makes for a delicate balance between love and fear.  It is terrifying to know that no matter how much I love Connor, no matter what I do for him, no matter how many hugs and kisses I shower him with, it is ultimately not in my power or control as to what happens to him and what decisions he will make.  I can watch, hover, fret, and worry, but I must ultimately remember that Connor is not really mine to begin with.  He is a beautiful gift from God in my life, and to truly love him, I must give all of my heart to God first, and then to Connor, and be willing to risk whatever hurt comes my way as a result.  That is not easy for this type-A, controlling personality.  I tend to know how/when/why things should be done (or at least I think I do) in order to be "right" and giving up control means facing uncertainty. 


However, is it worth it?  Most definitely.  Giving up control and facing the fear means that I am letting God write my story, trusting Him to care for Connor, and that means he is in the best hands possible.  I don't ever want to love with part of me.  I want to let God, Connor, and all those I love the opportunity to have all of my heart.  I want to live with reckless, unconditional love.  I want to let people have all of me, be real, be transparent, be vulnerable.  I hate letting people see my flaws and weaknesses, but I am starting to realize that it's the only true way to have community and fellowship with one another: to be real about who we are.  God wants all of me, no matter my flaws or failures -- he doesn't just want the facade.  However, I am not so comfortable giving the parts of me that are flawed and broken.  Human nature, I suppose, to only want to acknowledge the good and successful aspects of our personalities.  But to truly love God, and in turn to love my family, I must give him all of me.

I am so thankful for the talent of songwriters like Matt, people who can pierce my heart with messages from God, and share lessons in such a poignant way.  Please pray that I can truly live out the message contained in "All of Me."


*photos by Candice Robertson

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Friday Facts and Photos

Last weekend was amazing, and I have been so excited to write about it.  We spent the majority of the weekend in Louisville, enjoying various forms of beauty, in art, food, and nature.  It was a very full, fantastic couple of days.

We had a delicious dinner with the Davidsons on Friday night, and relaxed for the rest of the evening, watching Connor play outside until it was too dark to see.


Saturday is a day Jason and look forward to each October, when we have a few hours to visit the St. James Court Art Fair in Old Louisville.  Before attending, we shared a delicious breakfast with Nanny and Lyle, dropped Connor off with Veronica (Thanks!), and headed to St. James.  We meandered through the hundreds of booths along the streets, ate some delicious food, and actually bought a couple of small pieces (see below).  The doorknob photograph caught my eye as soon as we arrived, and I couldn't get it out of my mind for the rest of the afternoon.  If it would have been in the budget, I would have gotten one of the gorgeous purses from The Bag Girl.  Jason loves looking at the birdhouses...I'm sure we'll end up with one someday.  Although the morning started off cold, it was the perfect day to stroll around Old Louisville with my sweetie, enjoying the God-given talented of so many artists.

loved this gate outside one of the Old Lousiville homes

gorgeous -- and a little eerie


in the midst of St. James Art Fair
 

in the center of St. James Court

grilled corn and baklava for lunch at St. James

Jason chose a pulled pork sandwich

our finds -- Joan Schulte's amazing art
 
We headed back home to play with our boy, and ended up taking a walk around Jason's childhood streets. He pointed out houses of former friends, spots where he played frisbee golf, basketball, and baseball, and reminisced while Connor ran around (on a leash, of course).  With all of the busyness in our lives, it was refreshing to walk, talk, and just enjoy the outdoors.  It was one of my favorite moments of the weekend.  (I have lots of cute pictures of us walking that day...I need to post them separately.  Soon.)

Jason parents graciously offered on Saturday night to watch Connor so Jason and I could have a date night, which is something we try to do once a month, but don't always succeed at implementing.  I love the fact that Connor goes everywhere with us, and I don't want that to change, but it was a wonderful time of reconnecting with Jason, holding hands instead of diaper bags, not having to share my food with someone, and being able to enjoy a delicious meal in a beautiful setting for a good price (we had a gift card to this particular restaurant).  Jason got an amazing hanger steak with a blue cheese spread and super-crispy shoestring fries.  I had a penne pasta with chunks of fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, and basil.  We share a chocolate pot de creme for dessert.  Overall, it was one of the best meals we've shared together in quite some time, and it didn't hurt our pocketbooks, which felt good, too.



Sunday was full of excitement, including a breakfast with Cassandra and her family at Lynn's, one of our favorite spots, where Jason and I shared the famous (and decadent) bourbon ball French toast.





After church, we ended our visit by meeting Randy, Veronica, and Jordan for a monumentous meal at Huber's, followed by a wagon ride and pumpkin picking.  Connor was enamored by all the farm machinery, and cried when we made him get off the wagon.  He loves the outdoors, and had a fantastic time picking out a pumpkin just his size to take home.  Thanks, Grandma, Pacau, and Jordan!








I also have to say that something must have overcome Jason last weekend, because he was 100% agreeable to just about everything I said, asked, requested, etc.., and was extra-attentive and affectionate.  I was reminded once again just how much I adore spending quality time with him. 

My love for beauty of all sorts was rekindled as well this past weekend.  I just feel more aware and appreciative of all the beauty around me than I did before this little visit.

Of course, all weekends come to an end, too quickly it seems, and it was back to the work week.  While my sis was texting me about how much she was enjoying her first day of fall break (boo...hiss....), I was at school trying, without much success by looking at the stack of papers on my desk, to get caught up on grading (composition notebooks, "The Lady, or the Tiger?" story endings, and on-demand writings).  Thankfully, Mom and Linds agreed to watch Connor so that Jason and I could grocery shop after school.  While it is a chore I despise, we had used every single meat in our freezer, and as Jason is a meat and potatoes kind of guy, it was a necessity. Thankfully, my amazingly quick-witted and (sometimes) organized husband had three weeks worth of meals planned out, so we saved time and money by buying only the things (plus stuff for Connor, the kitties, and a few snakcs) that we would need for those meals.  I'm hoping this will become the norm for us, as planning ahead will make us less wasteful, less likely to eat out, and healthier.

As usual, once I arrived to pick Connor up, he was having way too much fun with Mimi and Ninny (Linds) to want to leave (see below).





The rest of the week has flown by in a haze of school, kickboxing, playing "trucks" with Connor, watching "Dino Dan," Y-Club meetings, and looking forward to another weekend with my boy.


Random facts for the week:

- Connor had his two-year checkup on Tuesday evening.  He is weighing in at 26 pounds, 4 ounces (up from the 10th percentile in his weight at 18 months to an astounding 25th percentile this time around), and is 34 3/4 inches tall.

- He did great with checking his weight and height, and he loved talking to Dr. Blackburn, but when he got near him with the stethoscope...he bawled.  It took us several minutes to calm him down.  As we left, though, the nurse gave him a sucker, and he was once again a happy boy.  :)

- Mom, Linds, and I went to see The Help this week.  While, of course, the book was immensely better, the movie was touching and wonderful, and I'm so glad we saw it.  I would whole-heartedly recommend this book to anyone who hasn't read it.

- This week at school has been hectic but successful.  I am not caught up with grading (I don't think I'll ever be), but we read some great pieces this week, including an excerpt from Tuesdays with Morrie, one of the most touching nonfiction books I've ever read.  The students were truly drawn in by Morrie's story, and especially his optimism in the face of such a terrible disease (ALS).  It reminds me of my Aunt Susie who has been battling MS for many years.  I cannot imagine all the emotions one would feel after such a diagnosis, and living day-to-day with such pain, but I am inspired by the stories of real people who makes their lives count, no matter how many days/weeks/months they have left on Earth.

- Although I personally have no connection with Steve Jobs, I was sad to hear of his passing this week.  It made me wonder how many innovative ideas will never come to pass with his presence in our world erased.  The older I get, the more I realize just how brief life is, and the more saddened I am to hear of the death's of others, even those I don't know.
- I would LOVE to find a great pair of brown boots...and I found a pair I absolutely love.  They have the option of folding below the knee or flipping up to right above the knee, it it flat and very "riding boot" appropriate.  It is exactly what I was looking for.  The problem:  cost.  Leather boots are expensive, darn it!  :(

Random photos for the week:

Linds took this picture of Connor -- love it
lunch in the park at St. James
flowers that Veronica helped Connor pick for me -- so sweet
cuddly pic with my favorite man
with my handsome boys at Huber's

Have a blessed weekend, friends!