I still read people's blogs. It just takes me forever to upload pictures and type up a post. So I haven't kept up with it. And I don't feel guilty about it.
Stephen and I have experienced a lot of growth and maturing over the past 6 months. We've had an amazing boost in our faith and are thoroughly enjoying seeking Christ together and separately.
We've had some awesome healing in our little family and the closer we cling to Christ the better it's getting. Not everything is sunshine all the time, but we see the value of a life in Christ and we are seeking it with all we have. We have enjoyed learning more about God and his purpose for our life. Although we're still unsure of what He has for us we are enjoying being in His care, surrendering every part of our life to Him, and are eager to follow where He leads.
Here's a little update on the boys:
Sam will be 3 in a month. I have mixed emotions about this. He keeps declaring that he "is almost 3" and that we will be having "a happy birthday party" for him. He doesn't know what he's talking about, but he will very soon and then he will probably ask the rest of the year when his happy birthday is.
He is so much fun and says the most hilarious things. For example, today while riding in the car he said, "Mom, Jesus rides a motorcycle and He has to wear a helmet or He could get hurt".
Lol, I had to laugh! I don't know how he connected those two, but he did. I told him that "Jesus, in fact, does not ride a motorcycle and if He did He more than likely wouldn't need a helmet".
Sam is absolutely 100% boy. He loves Legos, motorcycles, dump trucks, trains, and poop. He loves to dance and sing. He loves to dig holes in his sandbox. He helps feed the chickens, collects eggs, empties and sorts his laundry hamper, put dishes away, pick up his toys, and set the table. He loves to be read to; his favorite books are his Bible storybook and Chicka chicka boom boom. (I know, lol, two completely different books).
He likes to surprise me by blowing raspberries on my belly. He loves making a "bear cave" with Daddy in our bed with all of the blankets. He also likes to wear his tiger costume and call himself "Tiger Boy", roaring at anyone that dares to cross him. He loves playing with his Daddy and is always up for a good wrestling match or tossing. They tend to have some pretty crazy dance-offs, too.
Sam is a tough guy, but has a sweet heart. He is very perceptive and notices when something isn't right (such as: holes in the ceilings of stores, lights that are blown out, somethings out of place, ect).
A few nights ago during Family Bible he noticed my hands were broken out really bad with eczema. He ask if my hands were hurt and I said yes. We've been talking about how God created our bodies to heal when we get cuts and bruises and we pray for healing when someone gets hurt. It is so sweet to hear a child's prayer. I asked Sam if he'd like to pray for my hands. Sometimes he'll repeat what we say, but this time he prayed all by himself. He said, "Dear Lord ("Lawt", gosh that's cute!) please heal Momma's bruise on her hands. And thank you for dying for our sins on the cross". I love that childlike faith. Even through the hardships of being a parent it is truly a beautiful thing to see my babies growing up in the Lord and our family being united in Christ.
Here's a couple pics of my big boy:
Liam. Oh man. He goes by many names.
Mema, Liam-boy, Monk, Monkey boy, Puffy, Puff-baby, Lee-lee, Lee-baby, Little Lee, Uggs, Peg-leg Lee, Scrawn-John.
But most of all he goes by the name of Trouble.
Liam is my rough and tumble, test the limits, throw-a-huge-fit-if-you-take-something-away-from-me baby. He also has found a new game he loves to play called "Throw a toy at Sam's head". He has very, very good aim. He doesn't get away with much, but I can't say I don't blame him. He has gotten pushed down, hit, bit, and tackled for the past 16 months of his life. I figured payback would come, but not this soon. All that to say, we are working on Liam and his behavior, attitude, and overall character, lol.
He's not all bad, I'm not trying to make him out that way. We had quite the day today, so it is fresh in my mind.
Liam is definitely my goof ball child. Sam gets crazy, but Liam is nuts. He's typically doing something weird and then cackling at himself. Hmm, must get it from me now that I think about it. Ha!
He is also our snuggler. Sam wasn't, and still isn't, much of a snuggler, but throw a blanket over Liam and he collapses into mush. *sigh*
He is so scrawny and has the skinniest little chicken legs, but he eats like a cow. He typically eats his own food, then seconds, and then Sam's food. Beast. He only weighs 20 pounds though. Sam weighs 27.
Liam doesn't talk much. He says "ligh" and points to any light. "mooo" for moon. He yells "dadadadadada" anytime he sees or thinks about Stephen, lol. And he will say "Momma" when he's getting in trouble with Daddy or just falling out tired. Other than that he says "bababababa" in his crazy voice when referring to me. He can only have his paci when he's in bed. The only problem is that Sam keeps "helping" by giving Liam his paci. Otherwise he might talk more.
Here's some pics of my little troublemaker:


I love my guys!
God is good and we are so incredibly blessed :)