March 28, 2016

Joey+Rory, Like a Mac Truck

The other night I pulled up Joey+Rory's new album, Hymns while we were taking Hayley home. And life and grief and joy hit me like a Mac truck, sitting right there in the seat.

Oh be still my heart. I bought the entire album and have been crying ever since.

Now, if you don't know about Joey+Rory , they are just the sweetest couple. Their lives have touched my heart deeply. Prior to Joey's passing, they sung country duets with an undying love for Christ, for one another, and for their precious daughter Indiana. Joey loved to garden and cook from scratch and she enjoyed the simple things in life. They've put out a few albums over the years and this newest one is a collection of old hymns. Just like the ones I grew up listening to at home, while visiting my grandma's house (on 8-track), and from the wooden pews at Locust Grove United Methodist Church. That was the Mac truck that hit me.

Just watch this one, Mom.

In The Garden

So as I listened to their new album, I was overwhelmed with wanting to share their music with my dad. These hymns have a bluegrass feel to them and I could almost feel him in my arms, dancing with me. Every memory I have with him washed over me sitting in that truck seat. I could barely breathe. Every day I miss him - even though he's been gone 19 years.

And I remembered that the Bible says that we will sing a new song in Heaven. Well, I can tell you one thing: my father could sing. I cannot wait to hear his voice again, singing these same hymns to Jesus.

February 16, 2016

Mommy's Beebs

It's Justin Beaner! The Beanerpottamus. My Beebs is such a big boy. He's also a daddy's boy but we're not going to talk about that today. Today I need to gush and mush about his cutie patootie-ness.

Today we are going to discuss his lovely soft fur. His Frito-toes and big brown eyes. His smile. This boy steals my heart.

Hi, the Beebs!

Hi, the baby! Are you my baby? Are you the mommy's Beebs?

Hi, Precious! Oh, you're so handsome. And fluffy. And mommy just wuvs your wittle nose and smile. Sweet baby.

You might need orthodontics, though. And you've trapped some critter in your beard there.


PS: Yes, I realize the grass is grass instead of covered in snow - photos are from the Fall.

December 21, 2015


I wrote this post months ago and promptly "lost" it.  Ta-da!

Often in the summertime, daddy plays guitar outside. The kids jump on the trampoline, play football in the yard, or basketball in the front while he just sits to play and relax.

One particular afternoon after the kids ran through the sprinkler, the bigs were feeling very big and decided to just sit on their towels and discuss politics and world issues. Actually, I think they were talking about dinner and Pokemon, but they were all done playing for the day. Hot and worn out. They also asked if they could please come inside where the air was on and there was bottled water to drink. Ohmygoodness.

Except for Moo.  Moo is never done playing. Life has her on fire every day and on this afternoon while the bigs sat, she did not.

She asked Daddy if she could run some water out of the hose for Bean to drink. Daddy said yes and since there is little Bean loves more than water flowing from a hose, he said yes, too.

Mabel decided she was thirsty, too.

And figured if she's going to drink from the hose, she might as well dance in it, too.

Dancing to the beat of Daddy's music, and to the sound of her own little drummer.


December 7, 2015

The Def-ication

Yes, I am aware that that pun is ridiculous, but that is indeed what Bryon and I exclaimed when we secured four tickets to Def Leppard this summer. The boys LOVE Def and Styx - and well, Tesla sings Love Song, so duh.

It would be a Def-ication. And their first concert experience. WHOOP.

I had me some punk fauxhawk hair.

The boys were pretty excited. Also, snacks!

Also, could we pause for a moment to observe the man child with the amazing hair and muscle shirt? Amen.

And when it was on, you guys, it was ON. They LOVED it.

Trevor and I walked up to the top level to watch Styx sing Renegade. It was amazing. And my boy sang every. single. word. A stranger stopped me and said I'd raised him right. You bet your ass!

Def was superb. They always are. We made memories none of us will ever forget.

November 24, 2015

Dr. Mabel, Stuffed Horse Vet

Lucy the horse has been around since Mabel was 2. She's been back and forth across the country, participated in lots of sleepovers, gone to school and church, ridden in the car, and played with Mabel every day. She goes to tea parties, Barbie parties, spa parties, plays Pokemon and doctor, attends school, and gives the best hugs.

She's been restuffed twice. Recently she busted her rump and Mabel wanted to fix her first thing on a Saturday morning.

She patiently listened to directions and did a wonderful job securing Lucy's tail back to her bottom.

Mabes was so proud.

After her veterinary work was complete, she decided she should work on another sewing project. So she made a stuffed dog in about 45 minutes.

As far as life skills go, this one goes to Mabel. At least the other 3 will be able to take their sewing repairs to their baby sister when they are grown.

November 3, 2015


Andrew George turned 13 in August! He asked for his favorite - yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I obliged because making their birthday cakes is a morsel of joy that the Lord provides to me as their mother and it is my favorite. Also a morsel of joy - when he asked me to make it gluten free so that I could eat it, too. Precious Roo.

Dude was spoiled this year and got to go to Valley Fair with church friends for his birthday. Heck of a celebration, I say!

Oh, this child. He is so special. He is so strong and confident in such unique ways, such an old soul. He's also silly and distracted by anything shiny.

He loves to layer music, did you know?

He also got a shiny new haircut and my heart exploded!

So proud of you, Andy. We are so very blessed by you every single day. And the pets - you love the pets harder than any one of us. What a heart you have! So proud.