how many baby clothes can actually fit into the washer?

It's amazing to me how many newborn clothes actually fit into our washer....then our dryer...and then the folding....it's never-ending. Pulling those onesies and bibs out of that bottomess pit we call a laundry basket....I think it took the entire episode of General Hospital today. However, since I am doing my best to honor God in everything I do...I truly thank him not only for blessing us and entrusting us once again with one of His children , but thank him for all that we are able to provide to the three of them.
A few prayers for tonight...
Lord, please be with my mom as her knee heals and help her get around quickly and safely. Be with my dear friend as she again tries to have a baby. I know you have a grand plan for her God...please reveal it to her soon. Especially be with my grandparents as they head down this new path of radiation. Please let them feel your arms around them both and keep my grandpa free of any pain. In you Lord, Amen.

and the rain just keeps coming...

Today it seemed as if it was 7 o'clock at night all day long. We went to bed listening to rain and woke up the same way. It rained all day long. We set off for the farmers market in London, but since there was so much rain there was one lone guy out there with a few flowers. We then headed to the Redbox to get a movie and McD's to get lunch before heading home to have an indoor picnic and watch Stuart Little. We went through some baby clothes. We didn't get very far before the kids started discovering their old clothes and started putting them on themselves. I couldn't help but snap a few pics of them.

Being stuck inside all day left me a little too much time to be with my thoughts. Yes, the kids interrupted them often, but it didn't take long for them to return. 3 kids?!? Really? How can I do that when I can't seem to handle the 2 I have some days? You have no choice...she is coming. 3 kids?!? Really? What are you complaining about? What about those that have 7 or 8 kids? And what about those that have no kids at all? 3 kids...how did we get so lucky? so blessed? what is she going to be like? Will she be protective of me like her brother? Will she be sassy like her sister? Or will she be completely different than both of them? I can't wait to meet her. 3 kids? God is so good.

Our prayers have always been answered in one way or another. Raising our kids in the country...a move to Kentucky. A long-awaited job with the State Department...our move to Kentucky. Looking for a church home....I know that He will bring our family right where we belong.

Oh, and before Max went to bed he put his hands on my face and said, "momma, I just love you". 3 kids?!? Thank you, Lord.

My first post...

After weeks of reading various blogs and adding them to my favorites, I decided that a blog would be the perfect place to jot down all of the thoughts that seem to go thru my mind on a daily basis. As my kids grow they do the funniest things, say the sweetest things, and come up with things from left field. I have already started to forget many of Max's most special moments. I want to remember EVERYTHING! I have some written down on scattered pieces of little paper that could be found anywhere from our house in Michigan to our new home in Kentucky to a box or bin in the storage unit down the street.

Something before I forget...last Friday the kids and I waited patiently all day for Aaron to arrive home so that we could pick up our pizza and head to the park to eat and play. Finally, he pulled up and we were off. Now anyone who knows me at all is well aware of the fact that when I get tired and/or hungry you better find me a place to rest my head and/or find me something to eat because I get VERY cranky. Well about 6 o'clock on Friday evening was one of those times. We got to the park and there were about 4 baseball games going on and very limited parking space. I spotted one that Aaron apprently did not. I, of course, gave him my evil eye and he slammed on the breaks to do a reversal without saying anything at all. I, on the other hand, did not quite keep my mouth shut. Something about "what are you doing? where are you going? there was a perfectly good spot right back there" etc. etc. My sweet husband knowing that I was just hungry did as he was told. Then, sticking up for his daddy from the backseat, Max speaks up. He looks at me with burrowed eyebrows and says, "Momma, don't be bossy." I giggled of course and then felt bad b/c he was right...I was being bossy. He continuted, "You are being bossy to daddy". I'm sure that he is going to be just fine having his daddy be his only male confidant in the house after his 2nd sister arrives.

My funny story on Molly for the day started in the parking lot at the hospital for a doctors visit this morning. Finding a spot in that parking lot is like finding a needle in a haystack. We finally found one....the farthest spot possible...and it started pouring. I told Molly that I had to carry her b/c of the rain and she handled the news much better than usual. She said ok and jumped up in my arms. We were speed walking thru the parking lot and came across an SUV on the hunt for a parking spot. My sweet 2 year old daughter, with the finesse of a crossing guard, sticks her arms straight out and hand straight up and yells "STOP". Thank goodness the woman behind the wheel laughed and waved us on. Yes, it's cute now, but what about a few years from now. Only the good Lord knows.

My first photos for my first post....pics of the kids and their daddy at dinner and dessert on the back porch...these are the days.

Other random thoughts to keep thinking about....our church home....where is it now that we are in Kentucky? Bible study...why am I putting off starting one? I had all of these expectations of myself for our "new" life down here in KY. Honoring the Lord in everything I do....through honoring my husband, dealing with my kids in a calm and collected way, being gracious always....

Building my relationship with Him...I remember when I was at our old church 3 days a week...oh how I didn't worry then....everything was put in His hands. When will I find that again?