Thursday, July 25, 2013

Have "Beep," Will Travel

I was raised to appreciate a good lookin' Jeep.  With parents who were in a Jeep club and did their fair share of "Jeepin," I've always just assumed it was in my blood.  My Lifetime Love and I bought our Jeep ((truthfully ALL his, he just totes me around in it)) nine years ago or so and so many special memories have been made with it and our Rooney.

But....there's a new kid on the block and she REALLY has a thing for BEEPS!  I adore the fact she calls it a "beep"!

Rooney wore this "Beep" shirt all.the.time. when he was little and I just couldn't resist pairing it with this sweet skirt made by a dear friend who passed...
Isn't it amazing how a childs outfit can fill you with a whirlwind of memories and emotion?!

Yep, she stole our hearts and now she's out to steal Daddy's Beep!

How we WISH they ate their food!

I interrupt your normally fun blog reading for a little important Momma talk.  Excuse the gross talk, but let's face are gross. Well, boys are at least ;)

My Rooney & Sister-girl are "eaters." Fortunately, food just isn't something we've struggled with much - they both eat fruits, veggies, nuts, and protein ((and entirely too much ranch & bbq sauce)) and typically I have to worry more about "cutting off" my Rooney who sometimes thinks he is in an eating contest.

However, for the past three to four months we have really been concerned as Rooney decided to give up cheese.  Maybe that is putting it too mildly.  If he were to just give it up, there would clearly be no concern (he drinks Kefir, eats yogurt, and drinks almond milk, so calcium is of no concern).  I wish I could give it up for calories sake!  He developed this enormous dislike for it quickly.  A child who had eaten cheese nearly everyday of his life could no longer touch, smell, or look at it and he really didn't even want to be in the same room with it!  The mere sight of it and he was in highly likely to vomit sick!  Block, shredded, stick, name it, he gagged!  He began begging for me to please not put any cheese on anyone else's plate and then began to beg that we please (never) eat at an Italian or Mexican restaurant.  Trying to agree upon a restaurant became a real battle and then I had to worry about what food was ordered and placed on the table, possibly near him!

I will tell you that it became such an issue, nearly overnight, that I immediately began to pray about it - crazy that food could cause such an upset in our family, but the fact is, it was a problem that effected all of us! 

So I'm sharing this issue because I know soooo many other parents can relate and we have had a bit of a breakthrough.

Rooney is working on his summer reading goal, which led to us discovering this book at the local library recently ---

It landed in our lap at just the perfect time.

The book covers sitting still at the table, not burping at the table, tasting EVERYTHING.... oh yes, all things that we needed work on!  Several reads and a little encouragement and we are back to being in the room with cheese (ha!) and he's even starting to eat a little here and there.  No more fighting over where we can eat and what everyone around him can eat without him getting sick.
Cure all? Oh, of course not.  But as a Momma I'm always excited to see something simple help out.  Let's face it, if it comes "out of the mouth" of a dinosaur, a pirate, or a super hero, chances are it is golden, ya know?!
You might also like to know that this is actually in a series of books....they have other books pertaining to playing with friends, going to school and cleaning your room, as well as several others!  I'm going to need to get busy finding some more of this series at the library!  Also, I'm thinking a lesson here is that if you have a "reader" on your hands like my Rooney, then maybe when a problem arises, seek out books that speak the words that if Momma uttered them they would immediately disregard.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

To know my house is to know me...

I adore the new house and probably equally as important, I am really in love with our new town.  I fought this move kicking and screaming and crying for months before we could really formally announce it to everyone.  By the time the announcement came God had properly prepared my heart and I had decided to embrace what had to be and make the most of it.  We LOVED the house searching process and were actually eager to move once we began to make friends and feel a part of the church family here.  For the most part I was able to jump straight into my new life and almost instantly feel as though this was home for our little family. 

Sure, it was hard leaving the farmhouse emotionally, for a million obvious reasons, ((see January 2013's post "For Sale, One Dreamhouse" if your new to the blog)) but we had prayed for the buyers of our farmhouse and really felt as though that prayer was answered.  In speaking with them it was evident that the farmhouse was a dreamhouse for them as well, and our neighbors at the farm openly welcomed them and embraced a new family who was eager to see the property continue to thrive.  A win-win for all of us in what had really felt like a complete LOSS of a situation months prior.

The "new" old house, as I frequently refer to it, is so entirely different from the farmhouse.  It has given me great joy to have a new canvas of sorts to decorate.  It is really beginning to look like our family....well, everything but the kitchen.  It's not a love-hate, because I genuinely don't hate it, but it is a room that for now I have decided to leave "as-is".  These are precious years with my kiddos and I'm just not ready to commit the time, money, and energy needed to a kitchen renovation.  I was cooking to fulfill a need for a Christian friend last week when completely out of nowhere I got this rush of emotion... I felt like every part of me was saying Wait!!! I miss the farmhouse!   My kitchen in the farmhouse was pretty great, in my humble opinion (largely because it was all me in regards to design), and my bones were just achy, I felt sick, and it was as if I just looooonged to be in that kitchen

Perhaps I'm such a house person that I have to mourn my houses like the loss of a friend and I haven't allowed myself that process.  Perhaps it is the fact that we have been telling stories of building the farmhouse to all our new friends, because let's be honest, if houses are "my thing," then to know my house is to know me. It's just the language I'm comfortable speaking.  I aim to always have the design and decor of our home tell our story.

I suppose this is a "here you go, get to know me," sort-of thing.  I'm throwing it in your lap!  I've had a few weepy days over it...I've poured over the photos and I own the fact that I still love it.  I'm also in love with my new town, my "new" house, my friends and church family too though, so I assure you that I'm sharing these with a thankful & happy heart.  How blessed I (we) are!

Now, I hope these help you "get to know me," and maybe inspire you in some small way...







My days at the farmhouse were FULL OF GOODNESS!