Thursday, December 31

A lot has happened since this time last year.

New years 2009-my tired head hit the pillow well before 8. We hadn't thought about Christmas gifts, or Christmas trees. Our thoughts and hearts were set on the one gift that we were dieing to open-rather-the gift that opened us up. Opened our eyes, opened our hearts, opened us up to love more than our minds could comprehend. Waiting in great expectation for this:
{my belly at 6 months pregnant}

Last year, at this time-I was stealing watermelons from Albertsons:

I labored for 23 hours (half of which without any drugs, on pitosin mind you) that's a whole nother' bowl of Cheerios though...., had a C-section, & wept holding my new son. Depended on the Lord, on my husband, and on my family more than I knew I ever would. Fell in love so bad it hurt, over and over again. Experienced the best day of my life:

We brought our son home in his dinosaur outfit and all...

I'll never forget crying on the phone with Dustin-he crying too, stuck in traffic after I told him our 4 day old son had to wear this terribly adorable-awful contraption. We got really familiar with hip harnesses: (and never got to dress him in those cutsie newborn outfits) our son had Hip Dysplacia when he was born, so I had to go see an orthopedic surgeon.
Conrad had to wear this hideous harness for 8 weeks! Looking back, it wasn't so bad!



Two became three:

I got to watch my best friend become a dad: Crazy and awe inspiring. What a wonderful experience.

I think one of the funniest conversations I've ever had was in the Austin air port restroom. I was hooked up to my bff Lansinoh, talking to all of the ladies who were waiting in line for the john, telling me how bad it must suck to be me, pumping milk infront of a huge line of strangers with my boobs all out...and how they had pumped in gas station restrooms too. That was one of my favorite mom memories this year. I'll never forget that.
I really didn't mind pumping for almost 6 months.
I felt like my whole existence was centered around
being glued to that pump every 2 hours.
It was awful, but in retrospect, really funny too.

I have fond memories of Dustin and I watching Conan O'Brien late at night. He doing the Daddy thing feeding the dude, and me doing the Mommy thing, making the food. I hold onto those memories-even if we were zombies.
It's a sweet memory for me-he feeding our son, and me pumping.
I became a mom this year. Pretty much the biggest title I'll ever hold.
MOM!
Wow...I never imagined I would experience such joy, such pride,
such intimacy with my husband.
It was rough, it was unbelievable, it was insane and painfully wonderful.


This had by far been the best year of my life.

I was strong for my son while he got his bandages changed,
after I gave him his first owie (on accident):


I got surprised on my birthday with a picnic in the park. Best way to turn 25!
We learned that you can be EVEN MORE in love than you were "before baby."
Life doesn't end after children, like all of the "Debbie Downers" said it would!

{Jerks. What do they know anyway! Screw'em!}


Conrad had his first plane ride to Texas to see uncle Brandon graduate.
We saw sharks in the aquarium too.
It was mind blowing-if he had been awake to witness it...

Conrad had his first Christmas and opened his first present
with help from his uncle Ethan:

Santa-Conrad:

Dustin became an Engineer. A real engineer, not just one who overlooks plans
and is your "gofer". No longer an intern! He is a living, breathing Engineer
who does stuff and tells people what to do and does experiments on soil!

This year taught us that before we had our baby (WHAT the hell DID WE DO WITH OUR TIME!) and secondly, our hearts grew, we sacrificed much, we fought for our marriage, made some amazing friendships, love Jesus more (so much more), learned we were capable of SO much, celebrated victories, celebrated blessings, celebrated answers to prayers-because God's love goes on and on, celebrated successes that can only be explained by miracles and held onto the hope that
we will never be hopeless.
The three of us: My favorite family portrait of us thus far:

Mostly, I'm just really blown away at how God provided over and over-abundantly and that we NEVER went without. EVEN in the small, teeniest things in life, He went over and above what I thought He was capable of. He delivered again and again. My faith in who my God is was shattered. He came in and completely put new eyes in my head to see him as he is-grew my faith-spoke to me like it was the first time my ears had heard. A lot of it has to do with the fact that I'm a mom now. So seeing the world through a parents eyes gives me a whole new perspective of how he views me as His child. Weird. Totally awesome too.

Happy new year friends. I hope a lot of really crazy things happen for you this year
and your world gets rocked in really awesome ways.

Tuesday, December 29


What'd you do this weekend?

I wheeled my little terror around in this blue toy bin
until he laughed so hard he wanted to cry,
I ate french food, took photos of my gorgeous expectant friend Liz, hung out with my baby, got some rolls of film developed, laughed with friends, snuck wine into a 9:30 showing of New Moon with my equally Rob-sessed friend Sarah, who is celebrating a birthday this week! I got to eat some Korean BBQ cooked by this guy:

This is Dustin's "get your camera out of my face" face as he reads a cook book. He made what he calls "pear puzzles" with honey on the inside. It's pretty much just a pear cut into 5 pieces that all fit together with honey oozing all down in it
....so what, I could make it-bit whoop!

Pear Puzzles:
We ate a smorgasbord of left over chicken soup, arugula salad, a side of roasted tomatoes with caramelized garlic, and pear puzzles for dessert. Sarah and Adam came over for dinner and we played the office DVD game-which was lame sauce, but hearing everyone do Dwight impressions made it all worth while.
We went to Lows and picked out lighting fixtures and
Color samples for Conrad's bathroom {blue},
Our bedroom {red or orange...},
& our kitchen {mustard}

I'm not getting crazy-just doing accent walls.
I don't want my home looking like a circus or anything, trust me.
But since we're staying here for a while....I might as well get settled in.

Have a great week!

Friday, December 25


Weekly Surf: Christmas Edition

Some of the loveliest ladies I know
wearing some serioiusly festive Christmas sweaters!
The dude having green & red
pancakes Christmas morning...

Hope you were surrounded by love this holiday.

Happy surf:

even girl babies can get in on some pirate's booty
wearing an eye patch!

perfect wall art for a little guys room

in the mood for some peppermint bark?

The Big Picture 2009 {part 2}
#7 breaks my heart.

I LOVE this quilt but I found a similar one for $7
at the thrift store a few years back.
I love you Anthropologie, but you sure know how to rob us ladies blind

{Thank you April} it goes with everything

I'm really in love with Martha Stewart at the moment...
I LOVE this amazingly simple card wreath! She's a genius.



Love,
these three birds

Tuesday, December 22

Thrifty Finds:

On a budget, a girl has to truly get creative.

How can I organize my jewelry
without spending a butt load on a cute jewelry organizer....
Or what do I do if Target's tooth brush holders cost a butt load?

Go to the mother-loving thrift store ladies, where you WONT spend a BUTT LOAD!
{and think outside the box while you're there!}
Granny's old candy dish just became
my new jewelry organizer!
Orange hippo soap/tooth brush holder,
what are YOU doing at the thrift store SIR?
Who would ever let you go? I ask.
Orange hippo-slash Soap-slash-huge mouth- holder became my new
soap holder-slash tooth-brush holder....wait...what?! anyway!

Don't try to fool me with your Jedi mind-thrift storing tricks!
Thats what she said...Ok, that doesn't apply!

whatever, this soap dish was not about to be left on the shelf
to fend for his adorable self.

If you find anything amazing. Please let me know.
It makes my day to find a good treasure!
I'm like a junky, a thrift-storeing-fiend for the good stuff In life!

Oh X-Mas Tree...Oh X-Mas Tree...

Dustin convinced me that getting a Christmas tree would get us into the "Christmas spirit"
I've been a Scrooge this year-but seeing these ornaments put a smile on my face. We neglected to get a tree last year being that I was super pregnant so too see these ornaments from when we first got married really made me happy.

It's just not Christmas without a tree.

Saturday, December 19

It's Give-A-Way Time

I fell in love with these prints a few weeks ago &
would like you to be blessed by
and their amaZingly adorable prints.
(printed by hand!!)

I am the proud owner of the "smile" print in the 18"x20"
{which I'm dying to thrift a frame to paint,
get matted and hung in my kitchen like-pronto!!}
The simplicity of the antique camera truly makes me smile!

I ALSO fell in love with the "you are all I need" print.
What a sweet phrase & the color is a-mazing!

(I can't wait to own this print in the 18"x20" size.
I already know where I want to put it!)

BUT I want you to have it too....

SO Leave a comment
for a chance to win it in an 8"x10"

The winner will be chosen
by random next week!

{Merry Christmas}

Friday, December 18

Weekly Surf

This This & This is what I've been up to this week

The Big Picture 2009 {part 1} these photos blow my mind

I'm a bit obsessed with head bands at the moment

Exhibit A:

What a gorgeous wreath I love how girlie and funky it is!


these shoes are simply a hoot!

perfect for dog lovers

for the dude to wear for his 1st birthday with sculls on the butt!
(perfect for his pirate themed party.
Yes I've already started thinking about his first birthday-party outfit.)

Have a blessed weekend!

Thursday, December 17

Rebel {with a cause}


Conrad staying up late to see Dad graduate!
All of the nerdy {hot} engineers together...graduating.
Dustin,

I remember when God molded your will to His. When you knew that being a philosophy major wouldn't do much for the kingdom of God (in your eyes), but rather, being able to filter water would become a more useful skill to know. I remember praying over you when you were discouraged (crying in my arms...) muddling through classes that scraped you down to your bones. I know how hard it was for you to work 40 hours at work and also spend your whole existence at the library for 30 hours, and also try to love on your pregnant wife. After 6 years of (dreadful) totally awesome schooling...that will shape you for years to come...

YOU GRADUATED!

remember when we got a loan for 20 THOUSAND dollars, and we BOTH lost our jobs in the same month?, and we BOTH blew through that 20 THOUSAND like it was nothin' trying to keep our heads above water??? That was crazy! Remember when I worked at the bank from 9-5 and then worked as a nanny from 6-10? That was nuts. But we pulled through. We were each others only friend for a good 3 years there. I was your sugar mama for a while and now you're my sugar daddy with your sweet ass benefits {dental-vision-and medical!! can I get a what-what!} Don't even play girl....

But seriously. It's hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that YOU'RE DONE!

As I drove to your graduation with Conrad making his "destroyer" grunts in the back seat, I had tears in my eyes staring at the Thomas And Mack building in the distance knowing that I was about to watch you walk across that stage and graduate. I couldn't believe it was

FINALLY OVER.

The day you graduated was the second proudest moment of my life.

The first proudest moment was the day I kissed Conrad's face for the first time....
You really can't beat that.

I look back and remember you & I as two young kids who were embarking on this beautiful world ahead of them, excited for challenge, scared shit less, and ready for the task at hand. Conquering life. Eating Faustos burritos and foregoing dates until it made us crazy, replacing birthday gifts and Christmas gifts with corny love letters and cheap dinners. I treasure the struggle we've endured. I cherish the fancy complementary birthday dinners we've had (thanks to your Dad). I cherish our late night drives together to clear your brain with the music blaring and the long walks where we talked and processed life. Those are precious to me. I honor your ability to get through a degree in 3 years.

To me, You're a freaky, crazy-smart guy (who can do calculus and multiply and do long division...which is amazing because I can't do any of the above!) and I love you to pieces. I wish I had an ounce of your rationality and sensibility. I wouldn't get in as much trouble If I were more like you...

But mostly, the last few weeks, thinking about your accomplishments (big & small)
I'm just proud.

I get tears in my eyes because I know that at the core of my soul, you endured all of the crap (the teachers with seriously bad English...) for me and the Sea Biscuit.

I love you so much it hurts. Congratulations baby. One day you're going to clean a lot of water for people who really need it and make sure buildings are made right and change stuff in the world.
You are going to do great things

Redemption is here

What a busy week it has been. Praise the Lord on high! {Dustin graduated! I snapped photos and shouted his name like a proud parent this week as he graduated!} God has been plowing through the muck and dirty-dirt in my heart-and doing some crazy stuff. I'm sure you're not surprised. A friend last night reminded me that when we ask God to make us new, he doesn't just heal the bad parts, but he replaces all of it with a whole new heart! He doesn't just go in and do repairs, he transforms our hearts into something brand new-(when we ask he is faithful). It's weird for me to understand that God wants me. I struggle with that a lot. Even when I'm a dirty-ass sinner, he's like, I still like you! It's weird. When people cross me- It's hard for me to want their company, more-less be like, I like you!

His grace is good. He is the King. Period.

The thing this week that has my mind freaking boggled-that I should know by now IS that
he was a little baby (just like Conrad)...

and those little precious, adorable, pure, incredible, flawless, pink hands with little eeny-teeny, incredibly-kissable and munch-able fingers were nailed to wood and hung with the weight of gravity pulling at his flesh as he hung for my transgressions. Those precious baby hands would someday become my sacrifice. The precious hands of Jesus ended up becoming the vary thing that bought me.

WTF? (Yes, I cursed in the same sentence that I said Jesus...deal.) Those hands, that blood, made it possible for me to know God and communicate with him in a real way. It's just weird. With Christmas in the air, I have the birth of Christ fresh in my mind hearing songs about "Oh come Oh COME Emanuel..." {Thank you Jesus for coming} I am thankful that Emanuel means "God with us". That You, that You are with us, and your love doesn't waver-even if my love for others wavers, you still come when I call Your name. {Matt 1:23}

I just really can't fathom the fact that Jesus went through a whole life time, a whole childhood, and young adult hood, and He wrestled with the enemy of our souls, and he lived life like we do and still he absorbed & conquered death and Resurrection- rose from the dead and proved how God he was. It's just really incredible to me. It gives me hope. I don't have to look to the stars or see what the horoscopes say to know that my future is secure-that this life is but a vapor but that life isn't void of hope either. Not because of anything amazing I've done but that...wait for it...wait for it....

His promises are true.

I just feel like lately the cross has bent me to my knees and my heart has been broken. My flesh has been under a microscope-each section of it has crumbled under the weight of the truth that God is alive and was a baby who lived and then died for me. Weird and beautiful on so many levels. I'm being stripped of myself. I'm being lead through a garden with many colors-colors my eyes have yet to see, textures my hands are new to, the contrast of a bright sky against pail virgin clouds. It leaves me awe stricken, naked, and alive. It's humbling and frightening all at once.

So this Christmas my thoughts are this:

Jesus was a baby.

Then he was a man.

Then he bore the sin of the world on himself....

Can I get a mother'f-in AMEN to that?!

Sigh....

So good!

Merry Christmas Friends and family. I love you SO SO much and hope that in this rough economy, you can feel the peace of Christ deep in your bones and your lungs can feel refreshed as you breath a deep breath of fresh air, and you can rest peacefully tonight in your beds knowing that, if shit hits the fan, you are secure in the hands of Christ. More than any gift you receive this year, the biggest gift you could know is the security of who you are in Jesus and the bad ass God that he is.

I love you so much.

Sunday, December 13

That stash makes you look super-sexy


{Good thing my husband doesn't have some weird mustache wearing-while-making out-fetish. It's really hard to kiss when you both have facial hair. I don't know how dudes do it. Dude on dude action is harder than it looks folks. I would have totally felt like a man if I hadn't worn lipstick last night.}
I grew my stash out myself. It only took a few days. So legit.
So serious...
{checking our stashes in the mirror}
{Amy, Kasie, me & Bobbie}
{Charlie & Dustin} Charlie grew his out for reals.
He's lookin' seriously lumberjack-ish and I'm seriously diggin' it.

And lastly since we're on the subject of facial hair....
next time you're around my husband,

Friday, December 11

Weekly Surf/Weekly Photos


{I'm tired and teethin'
but I gots' a horsey in my pocket, so I don't care!}

bundled up at the park, laughing and smiling
as he swung back and forth.

Happy Surfing!

baby girl head bands that don't annoy the living crap out of me.
I'll take one of each please! for myself....

ARRRGG!!! perfect for your favorite little pirate


{If you don't click on any other link but this one, I'd be fine with that.}

I don't care what you say, skirted leggings are hot!


I've been searching for the perfect swim suit & found it

a dress my mom would look great in


********************

{Little man, cozy and warm on my hip in the sling shopping.
He would much rather this than the stroller-
but he's turning' into a fatty, so these hip-ridding days are coming to an end.}
Me and Mom sometimes buy fake mustaches out of the quarter machine
and it hurts a little when she pulls it off, but it's totally worth it because
she laughs so hard until she cries, and then I give her a hug. The end.
Love,
Conrad.

Have a great weekend.