Stick a fork in me......

cause I'm done!

Really it's been fun. I don't know if I would call it super-fun as Kari promised, but mostly-fun.

Ona gave me a great laugh so here's one for you.

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1121479602

PS You won't hear from me for a few days. I need to blog detox.

Right Now

I wish I had more moments like this. The house is mostly dark except for the twinkle lights of the Christmas tree. In the background "little drummer boy" is playing and Tobin is repeating the words about a measure behind but in tune. The twins are happily eating the easy dinner I though together. I love that they are too young to complain about having hot dogs, cheese, and corn again. Tobin is equally happy engineering a new track for Thomas and friends.

Did I mention that I was eating? Oh yeah! I have a hot bowl of soup in front of me. Taking slurps after I finish a sentence. The moment is so perfect it even over shadows the fact that Matt called to tell me that he has to work late again tonight. (don't those drug dealers ever take a break? Seriously they need to find balance in their life.) Anyway wanted to share my moment. Praying you find these spirit lifting moments in your night.

Love, Glory

Wordless Wednesday: Cheek to Cheek

Lost and Found

Found: one Eddie Bauer Scarf

Found: one brown cookie plate (picture not available because it's close to midnight and I forgot to take it and Lizzy G is waiting for this post and I don't want to spend the day with Trump.)

Found: one Idaho sweatshirt

Found: one pair of black cable knit gloves

Found: calories to hips

Found: faces that match blog titles

Found: new relationships

I has a blast tonight girls. Thanks to Stef for your idea and tireless efforts.

Serendipity

I have the fire on with my lap top on my ....... lap, and I am literately melting into the couch unable to move because of the coziness. Checked my email to see an old college friend Jenny left a sweet comment on my last post. She inquired about the "Twins Napping" sign and asked me to check if it said, "The Painted Word" on the back, because if it did then she may have painted it. Curiosity is the only thing that could have lifted my rear off this couch. So look what I found.

Can you believe it? Jenny! So cool.

Sunday Open House: The Nursery

People, I have saved the best for last. To conclude my Open house series I am going to get a bit emotional. When Matt and I first walked into this house and I walked into this room, It was as if God whispered into my barren soul...."This is were you will rock your babies." Matt and I had been trying for a baby for over two years when when moved into this house. My heart was heavy and tired from hurting after monthly heartbreaks. I didn't know if my babies would come from me or adoption at that point but I was sure that this room ,with the round door, would someday hold my dreams. Before I became pregnant I used this room to pray in. I would sit in the rocker and allow God to give me hope and strength to keep trying. When I was pregnant with Tobin I would often go in his nursery and with a joyful heart would arrange and re-arrange every detail. I apologize in advance for the multitude of pictures from every angle possible. But really they are not for you but for me. Leaving this house is leaving the place where God gave me my family. And I want to remember this light that floods their room and given me much, much joy.

Matt and his work buddy became parents within a few month of each other. They each MADE these changing tables. The cool thing is when the babies don't need them they can be turned over to use as a regular dresser.

My friend Rachel MADE these sweater for the babies. Too precious to pack away.

Tobin and now Jabe's crib.

Phoebe's crib.

This house might be where my family was born but our new home will be where my family was grown. And that my dear friends gives me more excitement then I can express on this page.

RSVPers

I am crossing my fingers that I've got this right. A few of the hotmail accounts were sent back to me for no apparent reason and my personal assistant has been a total slacker lately. BUT this is who I know of that has RSVPed for our blog party. I've linked homework on those who've done it. (Mention the word homework around here and some of you thought we'd be bringing in a psycho therapist to do IQ test and then have you stand in ranking order. Really people this party will only be fun. If you don't like a good ole party game, you can excuse yourself and go though my cupboards instead.)
I can't wait to see all of you and please if you just hadn't gotten around to RSVPing yet please do so! The more the merrier. I'll up date the list when I hear if more can come.
Here's the attendees.
Ona
Liz
Kim
Val
Tiffany
Kari
Stephanie
Heather
Leslie
Angie
Priscilla
Erin
Kelli
Alida
Stacey
Abby
Sharon
Rachel
Becca
Stefanie
Trezure
Julie
Tina
Jill
Lara
Karen
Kristin


Whew! That was a lot of links. Please let me know if I made any mistakes, Again, my personal asstaint is a little slow.

Out To Chop A Tree

After looking at our calender for this month, searching for a good time to get our Christmas tree, I realized that it either needed to happen today or January 3rd. Although I am sure we could get a smokin' deal on their "after Christmas - fire hazard guaranteed special," I decided on being a big spender and getting a tree today. Here's a few pictures of the mighty lumberjacks.

No pictures of the final product, because.......I am still decorating. I've set a firm bedtime for midnight. Wish me luck.

Gratitude

The last few Sundays our Pastor Cory has been teaching a sermon series called, "How to be Rich." It's not an actual guide on wealth but instead a change in thinking of what rich really means. He gave us a great website to visit that is humbling to say the least. Simply put in your yearly income and the site ranks your salary globally.

This Thanksgiving I am richly blessed. My family is healthy. God has entrusted me with three special kids. I am in love with my husband and I feel love back. I know a God who knows me. He knows my faults and still loves me anyway. I pray the same riches for you my dear friends.

Wordless Wednesday

Breaking the rules of "Wordless Wednesday" to beg for your forgiveness of the previous post. To say that I feel like I was taken advantage of is an understatement. The scene was pathetic really. Me curled up on the couch praying to the god of ibuprofen to take the cramps away, Matt watching, "The Bachelor, After the Final Rose" (laugh away, I do.) and I moan, "I just really want to go to bed but I need to post something."
Matt looks at me like a white knight, "Honey, you rest, I'll post something for you."
I smile, wondering how I hit the husband lottery. I go to bed and dream of the poem or limerick that he is composing describing my beauty. I was horrified for all my blogging friends who lovingly took time to log on to my humble blog, anticipating the ooey gooey goodness of my mothering only to find guns, death, destruction and horrid violence. Really I shouldn't have been so surprised because this is what I look at on our bathroom floor everyday.

Dynamic Entries

In counter drug or hostage rescue operations, dynamic entries are executed to quickly and efficiently overcome a suspect with overwhelming speed and violence. Tactical teams typically will make a forcible entry into the structure, sometimes using high explosives, to quickly defeat any potential barricade and send the suspect into a perceived state of shock before the entry team neutralizes the threat. If you're still reading, you've probably guessed that Becca is not writing this because she is very tired and didn't want to blog. As you've read, I have clandestinely taken over the computer and began a campaign to re-shape the world of blogging as you know it. Now who's with me?

Warning: Blog Contains Peanuts

Slaving over a stove is right up their with the raking the leaves in a chicken costume. Meaning I only do it when absolutely necessary. Surprisingly, I do enjoy baking. Mostly because of that darn sweet tooth I have. I am passing on to you my recipe for our families favorite Peanut Butter Cookies. These are perfect for cold icky days like today or when a friend is having cravings. OR when your husband has been working an ungodly amount of overtime and you want to ease his homesickness.

1 cup (two cubes) of real butter, at room temperature

1 cup peanut butter

1 cup brown sugar*

1 cup granulated sugar

2 eggs

2 tsp. vanilla

3 1/2 cups flour

2 tsp. baking soda

1 tsp. salt

Beat butter, peanut butter and sugars together until creamy. Beat in eggs and vanilla. In a separate bowl, stir together flour, soda and salt. Add to creamed mixture. Shape into large dough balls. And then my secret touch, roll into granulated sugar. Place on baking sheets. Using a fork, mark each with a "X". Bake in a 375 degree oven for 8 minuets, or until slightly golden. We always like ours a little under done.

Serve warm with a tall glass of milk.

*Now that brown sugar comes in a resealable plastic bag. I take great enjoyment of dipping my measuring cup into the sack, scooping up the sugar, then packing it with the outside plastic. Does that even make since? Anyway, it makes me feel like I am saving a step.

Sunday Open House: Tobin's Room & Bath

Tobin's room was so fun to decorate. I choose a vintage cowboy theme. So many others helped with the details. Grandma Pam Made the quilt!
The Tee Pee was a gift from my Dad and Jerry.
Grandpa Mike made the lamp.

Most of his clothes are from spoiling grandma's.

This dresser was my great-grandma Shaw's.
I framed these pictures from the Golden Book, "Dr. Dan". (I took the book from my mom's saved books.)
I got the pillow sham from my sister-in-law Dorinda.

Angie got me this cute little "Buckaroo" block.
Angela found this hand stiched quilt for $15 at a sale. My In-laws gave me this rocking chair long before I had babies to rock in it.

This is our up stairs bathroom. All oringal tile.

Next week will rap up my open house with my favorite room. The Nursery.