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    All the Small Things

    Thursday, August 28th, 2008

    Its amazing how its the tiny milestones in our children’s lives that seem to have the greatest emotional impact. Corbin has started to wash his own hands. He goes into the bathroom, climbs onto his stool, washes his hands with soap, drys off with the hand towel and always remembers to turn out the light when he leaves. He does all of this without any help or reminding. Two days ago Bennett started rolling over. We didn’t even see him do it the first time. He was just on his back one moment and then on his stomach the next. Then a few minutes later he rolled right back onto his back, as if he had been doing it for months. Last night he slept through the night for the first time, and later this week we will start him on rice cereal.

    These things seem tiny, almost insignificant in the grander scheme of their lives. And yet right now, to the parents who adore these boys, they are monumental. Our sons are in constant motion, growing and changing every single day. Their lives are not about settling into a comfortable routine. Something is constantly telling them to seek out new challenges, to push the boundaries of their own capabilities, and we have the incredible privilege of watching them, loving them and encouraging them along the way. In doing so we have no choice but to be inspired.

    Race for the Cure

    Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

    I’ve mentioned before that the fight against breast cancer is one that is very dear to my heart. Both my grandmother and my great-grandmother died from it on my mother’s side, and my aunt on my father’s side has been in remission from it for almost ten years. Then a year and a half ago we lost a dear family friend to breast cancer. Her name was Christy Costigan and she is survived by her loving husband and two sons, both of whom are under the age of six. My wonderful friend Rebecca has set up a team to participate in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure here in Nashville. My mother and I have joined the team and are going to be doing the 5K race (we will just be walking) together in honor of these precious women. There are a variety of ways to support this event and if you think you may be interested in participating or would just like to find out some more information please check out the team website at

    https://www.kintera.org/faf/search/searchTeamPart.asp?ievent=277613&lis=0&kntae277613=878B8CF31EF74E7EB39EA92BD821F87A&supId=0&team=3148706&cj=Y

    Run Boys Run!

    Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

    Last night Chris’ brother and sister came over. Chris challenged his brother to a Wii Fit race and Corbin decided to join in. I’ve never been so proud to be a in this family.

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    Camera Woman

    Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

    I take the pictures in our family, and even though I’m not great at it I really enjoy doing it. But being behind the camera means that I very rarely end up in any of the family photos.  So this week I made a concerted effort to hand the camera off a few times so that my children would have some photographic evidence that their mother was present and accounted for during their childhood.  The first is a picture my mother took just before we left the boys with Nana and Papa and went on our SECOND date of the weekend,  (Thanks again for inviting us Bynums!)  and the second was taken at the zoo today and is actually only the second picture ever taken of just me and my boys.

    And now, because I just can’t help myself, here are a few more of our trip to the zoo.

    A Day in the Life

    Sunday, August 17th, 2008

    At this exact moment I am tuning out the television because Corbin is watching Little Einstein, which I can’t stand. I am also tuning out my husband as he tries to convince me that Rocket, who carries everything from a giant spring to a rubber raft, should definitely come equipped with missiles, or at the very least sonar so that he knows when Big Jett is coming. (The fact that I just typed all that indicates that I’m not doing such a good job of tuning out the hubby) Then part way through that last sentence I had to take a ten minute break because Bennett, who had not pooped in three days, had a massive blowout that resulted in a wardrobe change for both of us and a bath for him. I’m thinking about just throwing the sleeper he was wearing away. Anyway, the only reason I’m sharing all of this is because I can’t think of a fitting introduction for the following video. Its pretty long and meandering, but it, like the above paragraph, is just a glimpse into what life is like with these sweet (and quirky) boys of mine. I don’t imagine anyone but my mother will make it all the way through but it sure does make me smile….and worry a little.

    Which reminds me, notice how my first born carefully moves items out of the way to clean behind them and makes sure to wipe down the handles on his kitchen? Now I’m not saying its a good thing, but man does that kid ever take after me! And just for the record, the dog never bit anyone, we have no idea where he gets this stuff.

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    Ten Looks

    Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

    I’ve heard that for every one look we take at our sin we should take ten looks at the cross. Lately I’ve had my eyes fixed firmly on myself. After every social encounter I’ve been obsessing about every stupid thing that I said, and after every interaction with my family I have been beating myself up for my inability to love them well enough. Not surprisingly I have been feeling pretty defeated. But this, I know in my heart, is a lie. I am not defeated. I am every bit as wretched, inadequate and wrong as I have been feeling, and more, and yet I am absolutely, positively not defeated. I am free, I am victorious, I am favored of God! And this is all true not because of anything that I have said or done, but because of what has been done for me and in me. Although I am wretched and wrong, I have Christ in me. And no matter how I see myself in any given moment, I am so abundantly loved by the creator of all the universe that he sent his only son, Jesus, to die for me. That’s how much he loves me, that is how much he desires to be with me. He is my savior. He is my redeemer. He is gracious. He is good.  He is awesome and powerful. He is worthy of praise. He is lavish. He is beautiful. He is wonderful. He is forgiving. He is mighty. He is miraculous. He is glorious. He is simultaneously merciful and just. He is kind. He is the all atoning sacrifice. He IS.

    Victory!!!

    Tuesday, August 5th, 2008

    Corbin went poo poo on the potty for the first time today! It was one of the proudest moments in either of our lives. I feel like a pageant mom, living vicariously through my child’s accomplishments. Tonight we are going to Chuck E. Cheese where we will celebrate this major victory with greasy cheese pizza, sugary orange sodas, and seizures brought on by a mechanized mouse and his crazy den of flashing light. Life is good indeed.

    ‘I Live With Three Boys’…or ‘Upon Being Crapped On, Literally’

    Sunday, August 3rd, 2008

    Give me just enough time to remember that I love you. Just let me breath for a minute, for a second, for a millisecond. Don’t speak to me, look at me or even think about me. Just leave me alone, all by myself, with no expectations. You take and you take and you take, and it is good and right for things to be as they are. But sometimes I am just too weak to bear the load. I am straining under the burden of your needs, your desires, your messes. I want things to be orderly and you are a collective tornado, I want things to be quiet and you are thunder itself, shaking the walls and causing my heart to vibrate within my chest. I adore you more than I could ever articulate. To me you are purpose in human form. For this task, for this time, I was destined and called. And yet still sometimes I flounder, I cower and despair. I linger for a moment to watch my solitude circling down the drain…..

    But then I get out of the tub, or the car, or the hall closet, or whatever other small corner I have retreated to, and I begin it all again. Because despite all of my fears, my exhaustion and exasperation, there is a still small voice telling me that I am indeed equipped for the task at hand. That my cup runneth over, that I am blessed beyond measure. And once again my heart is full.  All my life I will look back on this time and savor the precious insanity of it all.