The Sanders Family

The making of our home

2012-01-29T20:54:00.005-06:00

Almost every one of my posts from the past year starts with some form of " I've been a bad blogger." I guess that's because I have been. I get so busy living and enjoying life that I forget to make time to document it. I guess there are worse things to forsake...like the living and enjoying life part :)

Anyway, I've been reminded recently that I've never posted any photos of the inside of our home after finishing up our what seemed to be ever-lasting main level renovation project. Thanks to all of you who have been anxious to see our progress and ever-patient with me while I worked on finding time for this post. For those of you who don't know, our entire home is a 'from the ground up' kind of project. We started over three years ago by pouring a walk-out basement and moving an old farm house on top of the foundation. We also added a large addition onto the back of the existing farm house. We lived exclusively in the basement for about two years until we got the main level nearly completed (minus the finishing touches) last December. So needless to say, we've been busy with our home renovation, doing much of the work ourselves (and thanks to family & friends) and hiring help when we could manage.

I think that the last time I actually posted about our home renovation was when we were installing the stone on the front of our house. And before that, it was way back when we were in the midst of a roofing project. So much has happened since then. We basically started from a shell and made this house our own. I've had visions in my head as well as photos I've collected in a dream house binder book I keep of all my home ideas (before pinterest...old school!!) It's been neat seeing all of my visions become reality. I just love designing and decorating, and it's been fun taking a blank slate and making it a home. And actually, very easy as far as choices go. I'm not one to wavier on my style or second guess my choices. I think it's because I do so much research before I make any choices that I'm certain I'll love them. And it helps that I do have such a distinct style that I favor, which I call 'pottery barn style on a budget'. (I find great satisfaction in finding less expensive look-a-likes.) I like clean, bright, airy, uncluttered, casual, traditional, yet modern. I like craftsman style trim details complimented by a beach-y color palette of blues, grays, white and taupe. Thankfully Jason and I share the same sense of style, or at least he likes my sense of style, so we really work well together.

It's been a fun journey, and one that will continue when we proceed to start on the second level of our home which is completely gutted right now. (We are working our way from the bottom up...with the walk-out basement level and main level completed and the upstairs remaining.) We have the plans ready though, so hopefully once it starts it will move along quickly. And then somewhere in the mix will be the addition of an attached garage with a second level studio/office for me that will also attach to the second level of our house. But, one step at a time!

With all of that said, it's time for the best part...the photos! Enjoy the walk through our most recent home projects:

The mud room (with board and batten trim work, hooks for all our coats, baskets for the kids shoes & gloves, and a gallery style wall photo display which I love...makes it easy to switch out photos and update them as I find the time.)

And on a side note, I just love this little wire storage bin from The Land of Nod. Perfect for some of the boys endless sports equipment...

This room is actually somewhat temporary. When our attached garage is built, a bit of the garage will become part of the mudroom and will feature built-in lockers for all our 'stuff' similar to this...

And the current mudroom will feature a small back staircase to the upstairs.

But on to other territory! From the mudroom, you enter the living room...

which features a very open floor plan into the kitchen, dining room, and down the hall...

I'm kind of a stickler for details, so it wouldn't be right if I didn't show you some of my favorite little features. Like the apron front sink...

and very cool 'industrial' style faucet...

the light fixtures...

the island...

the gas stove top with above pot filler and the double ovens...

And we can't forget the peninsula bar with stools for all the kiddos...

I've wanted white to-the-ceiling cabinets forever and love the contrast with the dark walnut island wood and dark wood floors.

And I love the subway tile back splash you'll notice in the above photos. Although I think of all the choices there were to make, the back splash was perhaps one of the toughest for me. I knew I wanted subway tile, but I went back and forth between adding a decorative border or maybe an inset of decorative tiles above the stove top. And then there was the color. There were so many color choices. I had originally thought I'd choose white, but I am so glad I went with this smoky gray. As much as I love light and airy, I also love some contrast to keep things interesting and the gray tiles definitely contrast nicely with the white cabinets and play off the flecks of gray/silver that is in the granite counter tops.

The dining room...

...features more trim detail with faux wainscoting trim and more of the craftsman style columns that I love that are echoed on the stair banisters and the columns between the mudroom and living room (and will continue upstairs eventually.)

Gabe and Cooper share what is now being used as their bedroom but will eventually be Jason's office once the upstairs bedrooms are complete...

It's small for two boys, but works for them for now and they're happy to be out of the basement and into a space all their own. I have ideas for a better way to display all their sports trophies and medals once their room is compete upstairs. They're definitely running out of space for all of their athletic hardware now...

Also on the main level is a small 1/4 bath, the laundry room and a few coat closets. AND, a walk-in pantry in the kitchen with built-in shelving. I don't have the laundry room, bathroom, or pantry completed yet, but will post photos when I do!

And, there you have it. Our latest home projects! It's been such a long, yet fun journey that we feel blessed to be able to do! We definitely couldn't afford our dream house if we just had it built for us all at once, so instead we continue as finances and time allows and we have patience and satisfaction in knowing that we are working towards making our house a home we will love.

Christmas Break Bliss

2011-12-29T11:50:00.000-06:00

It truly is heartwarming to see all four of my kiddos playing the same activity (Batman)...working together (nicely)...and having fun. Pure bliss.

Polar Express party...and a streaker

2011-12-21T10:20:00.001-06:00

I am a terrible blogger this year. As I look through the archives and see every month in the single digits for number of posts published, I am ashamed. I really need to start doing a better job of documenting our lives. The kids are only little once, and with four little ones, you know I don't lack blogging material.

Take this morning for example. Chloe has a Polar Express party at preschool, so she got to wear her pajamas. I was taking her photo before school...

...when Gavin got a bit upset hearing the talk of this 'pajama party,' as Chloe called it. Gavin started yelling, "Party! Yeah, party!" and began to take of his clothes. I asked him nicely to leave his clothes on, but he was insistent on changing into pajamas just like big sis. I thought, why not! So I followed him downstairs so that we could get his pajamas and this is what I see as he walks towards his room...

Oh, the excitement and laughter is never ending with these four kids. I am so blessed to be called their mama.

God's plan is perfect, even in the midst of struggles

2011-11-29T10:36:00.004-06:00

I wrote this a few weeks ago, but felt it was too fresh to click that 'publish post' button until now. Very few people know this even happened, and it could easily stay that way. Yet, I feel compelled to share my story. I hope it is able to somehow minster to or comfort someone out there who may be reading it. Or, at the very least, cause you to be extra thankful tonight for your blessings and to hold them close, hug them tight, whisper some extra 'I love you's' and thank the Lord for them.

It's been a trying past month, not only in reference to my last blog post regarding Gabe's struggles at school. There's been heartache, and hopes seemingly crushed, and loss. And there's been sadness. Yet, there's also been great joy and thankfulness. And there's been a renewed sense of gratefulness for the four beautiful, healthy children the Lord has so graciously blessed me with that I fear I cannot accurately put into words. But with this post, I will try.

You see, I was recently pregnant. I found out at about 5 weeks that I was indeed pregnant with my fifth child. The Lord had done it to me again. I had thought I was probably done having kids at four, but as He softened my heart, I realized I was not ready to be done. That I yearned for more. More kids to love and to raise up in His leading. More kids to share joys and triumphs with. More kids to have and hold with my husband, who we all know ALWAYS wants more kids.

And so, we tried. And as it has in the past, it happened very quickly. At 8 weeks, I went in for my first appointment with the history nurse, where she updates my charts and the lab does the routine bloodwork. Everything looked well and good.

In the past we had shared the news of our pregnancies fairly early on. I've never had any problems with conceiving and no issues during my pregnancies, so never really felt a need to keep it quiet. Yet this time, for some reason, we chose to wait. Maybe it was partially the fear that others would not share in or understand our joy to be pregnant once again. Although four kids isn't that many, some seem to think us crazy to want more. Other than a friend who asked me point blank if I was pregnant and I didn't want to lie to her, we told no one. A choice that soon makes sense in our minds.

I had been experiencing some morning sickness, but not as severe as with my other pregnancies, so I felt blessed.

And was I ever happy to be pregnant. I can't quite describe the happiness, but I was possibly more happy than ever before to be pregnant. The idea that it wasn't 'over' for me. That that stage in my life was not closed. That I would once again hold my own newborn baby in my arms and smell that sweet newborn smell. I was happy because I have so much more love to give and I was going to have the opportunity to give that love to yet another addition to our family.

At ten weeks, which was this past Wednesday (actually Nov. 2nd), I went in for my first OB appointment. My doctor for the past two pregnancies congratulated Jason and I on our pregnancy. We talked about our four kids at home and how much they've grown. We talked about starting all over with yet another and how excited we were. How excited the kids would be to find out. (We were waiting to tell them until after this appointment.)

And then, came time to hear the heartbeat. The doctor moved the monitor around my stomach, but nothing. My heart sank. I looked at Jason and he tried to give me a reassuring smile that things would be ok. But, I had that sinking feeling that something was wrong. The doctor told us it was probably because it was so early on in the pregnancy, but he wanted to get an ultrasound done just in case. He pulled an old ultrasound into the room on a mobile cart. He found the baby on the screen, but because it was such an old machine, he couldn't zoom in enough to see detail. So, he sent us to ultrasound. There were no ultrasound appointments available at our hospital, so we were sent directly to another hospital a few blocks away. And we waited.

The time we waited in the waiting room seemed like an eternity. I tried to disway the worries racing through my mind. We prayed. But, I couldn't shake that feeling in the pit of my stomach that things were not right. Then, my name was called.

As we were led back to the room and I changed into a gown, my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I didn't want to know. Maybe I could just stay in ignorant bliss a bit longer. But soon, I was on the table. And although the technician couldn't tell us herself, Jason and I both knew as soon as the baby was up on the screen. He or she was not alive. There was no heart beat. I tried to hold in the tears. I didn't look at Jason because I knew once I did, I'd lose it. And once I got back into the bathroom to change my clothes, I did. The tears fell and I mourned.

We were told to go back into the waiting room while the ultrasound technician showed the ultrasound photos to a resident doctor and called back to my doctor's office to get further instruction. Sitting in that waiting room was torture. I just wanted to weep. I wanted to crawl into a dark hole away from this public place and I wanted to cry in silence. And just then, a mother walked by with a little boy in tow. He was following his mommy and as he passed Jason and I, he looked over. He was about Gavin's age, my youngest son. He looked me right in the eyes, surely saw my tears, and looked a bit concerned at first. But as I managed a smile across my face at his sweet little face, he returned one to me. And was that smile ever comforting. Because just then, it hit me. I am SO blessed. Blessed beyond measure, just as my blog header says. I have a wonderful husband who is not only my best friend, but who is a better husband than I could ever ask for. And I have four beautiful children. Children who I had absolutely no problems conveiving or delivering. Children who have had minimal health problems or struggles in their lives. Children who make me want to be a better person than I ever may have strived for without them. And children who give me glimpes of the Lord's grace and mercy everyday I get to spend with them. Blessed indeed. And all of a sudden, I felt a peace and calm come over me. Yes, I was still sad. Tears still fell. I still mourned the loss of a child who we had been excited about and prayed for. But, my blessings outweighed that sadness. And more importantly, the Lord's love and mercy covered my sadness.

When we were asked to return to my doctor's office, we did so in mostly silence. I know we were both in a bit of shock. After four completely normal and uncomplicated pregnancies, no previous miscarriages, and absolutely no signs of an imminent miscarriage, this was the very last thing we were expecting. But, again, the Lord covered the shock. We were grateful. Grateful for all that we do have. And we possessed a renewed sense of appreciation for just how special our kids are. What a miracle life is, and we take it for granted everyday.

My doctor was so kind. He figured we already knew the answer when he walked in the room and immediately put his hand on me and said he was sorry. He consoled us. He gave us our options in the case of a missed misscarriage, which is where the baby dies but for some reason the body does not expel it naturally (on its own.) We talked about how my body is good at holding on to babies too long ;) I decided to first try medication to encourage uterine contractions so that I could expel my baby naturally at home. But after taking the medicine, it didn't work and I had to go back in for D&C surgery today (Nov. 5th) to remove the baby. It was the first time I'd ever had surgery or been put under anesthetic. I don't like to take drugs and had not even had an epidural for any of my previous labors, so I was nervous to say the least. But we prayed and our family and friends prayed, and I know those prayers work because I again had a sense of peace and calm that is completely uncharacteristic for this worrier. I felt the Lord's peace surrounding me. The procedure went as well as can be expected. I was sent home about 5 hours after I arrived. And tonight, I am feeling pretty good with little pain.

But most importantly, I am thankful. I am so very thankful for all the love the Lord has already showered on my life. And I am hopeful for my future and whatever path the Lord leads me on. Because now, more than ever, I feel Him right here beside me. Just as the verse says, "He will never leave us or foresake us."

I am in no way saying that because I already have four children, I grieve less for this fifth child. A child is a child, and not one is less significant than the next. Nor am I saying that we should not grieve. It's natural to grieve such a loss. But I am thankful that I have solace from my grief in the Lord and in the many blessings He has placed in my life to cause me to focus on being thankful.

Yes, there is a space of emptiness in my heart. I wonder if it was a boy or a girl. I wonder who he or she may have grown up to be. But, it is far greater knowing that God knows what He is doing. He has a plan, even when we may not understand it. He has a plan, and I trust in Him. And I have the security of knowing there is a child I have yet to meet waiting for me in heaven. As a friend reminded me, how neat to know there's a small part of me experiencing all the glories of God right now up in heaven.

Since this was originally written a few weeks back, we have shared our story with the kids. It was hard, seeing their faces light up when we told them mom was pregnant, only to see those smiles disappear as we shared that the baby had died and gone to heaven to be with the Lord. Our kids would have loved to have another brother or sister. The boys shared that they would still love to have another sister so that Chloe would have a 'friend' as they said. So sweet. We assured the kids that the Lord knows what He's doing and that if we should have more children, if they should have another brother or sister, then He will provide, whether through a pregnancy or through adoption. And since sharing the news, Cooper in particular has asked a few times if I'm pregnant again yet. The four of them have so much love for each other, that they gladly would welcome another. And that warms my heart.

And so we wait. Wait on the Lord, and see what He has planned for us. For He does have a plan and it is perfect. And in that, I find my peace.

A kind heart

2011-10-26T22:25:00.006-05:00

Do I think my kids are perfect? Absolutely not. I KNOW they are not perfect. No one is, after all. Goodness, I'm certainly far from it. But, back to my kids.

While I know they are not perfect, I do have to say that one thing they are...they all are...is kind. Maybe not always, but for the most part, they are all kind kiddos.

Now I may sound like a bragging mom, and if I do, I apologize. There's nothing worse than a mom who thinks her kids are perfect when they're not. Or a mom who is always tooting her own parenting horn. But please know that is the last thing I'm attempting to do. Lately, the Lord has just caused me to really see how kindness is rare in today's word, where attitudes and rude comments are so much cooler. Where it is so much more the tendency to be in competition with others than to be their teammates. Where it's more common to see others tearing each other down than lifting each other up. And I am so proud that somehow, the Lord has blessed my kids with kind hearts. Tonight I want to talk about Gabe in particular.

Gabe is my oldest, and he is a smart kid. He's clever and quick and understands so much more than I probably give him credit for. But Gabe also learns differently than others. Gabe has dyslexia. And although it's just a label in essence, it does help explain his struggles. His letters get turned around and make it extremely challenging to read. And because reading is a challenge, Gabe has to have some extra help at school.

The extra help started off being no big deal to him, maybe even fun to get a break from the classroom. But now this extra help has possibly made him a target for those bullies that exist in every class.

Gabe has come home from school before and nonchalantly mentioned that someone called him stupid. But he usually brushes it off and moves on. Gabe is definitely a confident boy in general and doesn't tend to let what others say bring him down. Gabe has also been blessed with many good friends. But tonight, as he lay in bed and recounted the day with me as he always does, his eyes got watery and he grew quiet. I knew something was wrong. And as he asked me, "am I stupid, Mom?" my heart sank.

I of course asked him why he would think he's stupid. I've gone out of my way, anticipating the day when he would start to associate his different way of learning as being a negative, and have always told him that he's smart but just learns different than the average classroom is taught. That he just needs a little extra practice and it will all make sense. But as Gabe shared that on the playground today *Joey told him he was stupid, that he reads like an idiot, and that *Jimmy agreed that Gabe was dumb, it all made sense. Our words are piercing. They can go right through the heart of another, and make a lasting hole where they rest. Words can exist forever in the quiet echos of our minds. Words can hurt.

And as I once again told Gabe how smart he is and how he can do anything he sets his mind to, I then asked him what he said in response to those unkind words. "I didn't say anything, Mom. I knew I didn't have anything nice to say back, so I didn't say anything."

Yes, Gabe is kind.

Trying to hold back the tears as the words, "am I stupid, Mom" played over and over again in my mind, I attempted to think of words of wisdom to impart to Gabe. And of course, our ultimate role model came to mind. We talked about Jesus, and how people were cruel to Him. How they said unkind words to Him. Gabe chimed in and added how people threw rocks at Jesus on the cross and said, "Kill Him, Kill Him," even though he had done nothing to deserve it. And yet, through the midst of it all, how Jesus continued to show nothing but love and grace, and now calls us to do the same to others. And Gabe then told me that's what he tries to remember when people are cruel. And, he asked for me to help him pray for his 'friends' who were unkind. (Please know that these are not close friends of Gabe. But to Gabe, everyone is a friend.)

As you can imagine, by this point in the conversation my heart was not just heavy, but breaking. Why is it that this sensitive mom is always the one who has to field such tough problems with my kids. Dad was still at church teaching the high school youth group, so I tried my best to get through the prayers. But as I ended by thanking God for Gabe's kind heart, I lost it. And to lighten the mood a bit, Gabe started to laugh at me hysterically. "Mom, why are you crying?" he said, as he giggled. I told him that sometimes moms are so overcome with love for their kids and so very proud of them that it comes out in tears. He said, "I love you too mom, but don't cry."

I guess if there's one piece of encouragement I could offer to anyone who happens to be reading this, it's just to think of parenting as intentional. Kids don't accidentally learn how to be kind to others. It's our job, in words and in actions, to teach them. To show them. If we leave parenting up to chance, the world will take over. And God warns us of the things of this world. Who wants their kids under those influences. And we cannot assume our kids know by watching us. We have to tell them. A simple reminder before your kids leave the door in the morning to 'be kind to your friends' could do so much more than you'd ever think. Perhaps it could have saved my son from thinking he's stupid. And perhaps not. But I know that the Lord will grow Gabe into a man of character through the adversity. Because, thank God He takes our weaknesses and can turn them into strengths. He takes our hurts, and turns them into love for others, even others that may hurt us. And on that, I rest my heavy heart tonight.

And one last request. I know I have so many wonderful, believing friends who may be reading this tonight. If you could, say a little pray for my son, that his heart would continue to be abounded in Christ's love and kindness, I would really appreciate it.

A simple note can melt your heart

2011-10-08T01:39:00.000-05:00

First of all, yes, The Sanders Family is still here. I have done a pitiful job of keeping up with my personal blog. And, my photography blog too for the matter.

The kids are back in school and homework is in full swing, as is wrestling practice. Couple all of that with my photography busy season and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed lately. Thank the Lord for His strength, because I certainly couldn't do this on my own AND manage to maintain my sanity. And, thank God for blessing me with a husband who is ever-helpful and other family and friends who keep me on track. Boy, I couldn't do it all alone!

But, back to the reason for this post. My boys may be wrestlers. Tough, strong, no-nonsense wrestlers. But sometimes, just sometimes, they show what sweet & kind little hearts they have. Feast your eyes on this note that the boys wrote...for their SISTER. Seriously, Chloe is blessed to have some of the best brothers around.

"You are the best ever." ...and... "Chloe, We love you. You are 'awesome'. Gabe & Cooper."

I wish I would have had the video camera going when the boys gave Chloe these notes. As Gabe read them to her, a HUGE smile lit across her face. I mean, the girl was BEAMING! Talk about melt a mama's heart. Chloe sweetly asked if they would tape it to her bedroom door, after which she proceeded to tell me that she now needs to have all of her friends over to show them her newest door hanging.

Oh, how I pray they all love each other just the way they do today for the rest of their lives.

Another old childhood photo

2011-09-01T18:44:00.004-05:00

My mom was looking through her old photos and amazingly found another one of me! As I've mentioned before, there are not many photos of me...not that I'm bitter or anything...ahem. Just kidding! Actually, I thank my parents for their lack of picture taking when I was younger because I think, in a way, it may have ironically sparked my passion for photography. As everyone who follows this blog knows, my kiddos will definitely not be lacking photographic memories.

Anyway, back to the old photo of me. My mom kept telling me that Chloe looks like I did as a child. She kept saying that of course we have different hair colors, but the same features. And I have to say, I think the most recent photo find really does illustrate a resemblance.

Here I am at five-years-old...

I know, I know...great hairstyle AND top (insert sarcasm here.)

And here's the same photo, side-by-side with a photo of Chloe. So, what do you think? Do you see a resemblance?

Look-a-likes

2011-08-26T14:57:00.003-05:00

Remember the show Punky Brewster? I sure do! Not only because I used to watch it, but because when I was little, everyone used to say, "You look just like Punky Brewster."

And I mean everyone. My mom remembers being stopped on the street, in the mall, at McDonald's, and having complete strangers come up to her and suggest the resemblance between Punky Brewster and I.

Here's one of the very few photos I have of me as a young child. I was the fourth child and the youngest, and my parents apparently forgot how to use a camera...;-)

I know, I know...don't you just love my heavy bangs and outer space t-shirt?!?

So, here's a side-by-side of me when I was five and Punky Brewster. What do you think? Did we look alike?

Now, years later, my daughter is having the same occurrence. Not with Punky Brewster, but with a new commercial for Century Link (formerly known as quest.) I have had countless people tell me that they thought they saw Chloe on a commercial. And although it isn't Chloe, I do see the resemblance.

Watch the video for yourself and see if you can spot the Chloe look-a-like...

Gavin, Clifford and Glow Worm too

2011-08-25T23:05:00.003-05:00

You know what 'they' say...people start to look like their dog after awhile. (On a side note, do you ever wonder who 'they' are?)

But, when it comes to Gavin, I think he looks a lot more like his glow worm than he does his dog, Clifford...

Or, 'Clippord' as Gavin calls him.

Either way, Clifford and Glow Worm are two companions Gavin cannot sleep without.

Or, 'camp out' in the living room without either.

Oh, to be two.

First day of school, 2011

2011-08-18T09:27:00.003-05:00

I have a first grader and a third grader this year. (And, a four-year-old preschooler, but she doesn't start school for another week and a half.) As always, it's hard for me to send the kids off to school. What can I say...I miss them while they're gone. I miss their laughter, the funny things they say, their goofy jokes, the way they need me. And the older they get, the less they need me. Or so it seems.

But, as much as they are becoming independent, they still need me to be here for them. To listen when they have a problem. To have those fresh baked cookies ready that they've come to expect upon arrival home from the first day of school. To drive them here and there. To tuck them into bed at night. But most importantly, they need me to love them and pray for them. To be a prayer warrior for them, petitioning God on their behalf to help them be lights in a dark world and to grow strong and firm in their faith in Him.

I pray that they would be 'taught of the Lord' and great will be their peace (Isaiah 54:13.) That they would hide His Word in their hearts (Psalm 119:11.) That God would fill them with the knowledge of His will so they can walk in a way that’s pleasing to Him and their life will bear fruit (Col. 1:9.) I pray all these things and so much more for my kiddos. And I pray for myself and for my husband, that we would raise them up in the way the Lord would want us to. What a huge responsibility parenting is, after all.

So today, I send my kiddos off to yet another first day of school. And I pray.

A little tired this morning...

Cooper turns 6...two months ago

2011-08-03T21:52:00.004-05:00

Better late than never, right. That's exactly what I thought as Jason reminded me that I failed to do a birthday blog post for Cooper way back in June. Sorry, Cooper! Mama's been a bad blogger this summer!

My sweet Cooper. How you've changed so much in the last year alone. Our boy that was too timid to get out on the mat at the beginning of the wrestling season, but ended up fourth in the entire state at the end of the season. Our son who sometimes prefers to hide in the outgoing shadow of his big brother Gabe, but who comes home from a year at school with 10 best friends. And, then there's the girls. We lost track of how many girls have told him they are going to marry him. But he's oblivious. Our son who is sweet and kind, yet knows exactly how to push his little sister's buttons if he chooses to. And our son who told me today that he would love to have 100 brothers and sisters, because he just loves kids.

Oh, Cooper, how I love you my sweet little heartbreaker.

For Cooper's birthday back on June 10, we kept it low key. Cooper had one friend, his buddy Easton, over for a sleepover and slept in a tent pitched in the backyard. Well, most of the night, as the boys got too cold at about 4 a.m. and came inside to finish up a good night's sleep in the warmth of the bunk beds.

We started the night off with an awesome Batman cake made by my friend, Melanie. Cooper LOVES Batman.

And blowing out the candles...

(on a side note, I love that Coop is wearing his "Sanders for Supervisor" t-shirt. This was not planned. He just came out of his room wearing it. He's a fan of his dad!)

Gavin liked the cake, too...

Then, Coop opened presents...

Played a little wii...

And just had a great time!

I still can't believe Cooper is 6.

In two weeks, he begins first grade! He's so excited and loves to read books and write stories. Cooper is also known for HAVING to know how everything works. We fear he may be an engineer in the making, haha. ;-) Sorry, just a little joke for all our engineer friends.

But really, it's so fun to see Cooper's curiosity and imagination as he builds inventions and brings his Batman fantasies to life. I love my boy!

Happy 6th birthday Cooper! May your tender heart continue to grow in the Lord and always shine on all that you meet. We love you!

My baby is 2!

2011-08-01T19:42:00.003-05:00

Gavin turned two yesterday. TWO!

Where have the past two years gone?

When I think about Gavin, I think about the what if's.

What if I had stuck with my gut reaction after getting my girl in my third child and had really stopped there.

What if I had never gotten pregnant again.

What if I hadn't had Gavin.

I can't even imagine my life without his precious, ever-present smile.

Gavin's joy has taught our family so much.

It's a constant reminder of the joy we need to experience in Christ everyday,

no matter how busy we are.

No matter the stresses that fill our days, we cannot let our joy be diminished.

Gavin is truly a blessing each and everyday.

Gavin,

Your brothers adore you.

Your sister adores you.

Your mom and dad adore you.

Thank God that He convinced me that four isn't too many.

Happy birthday to you, big boy!

Love,

Mom

Gabe's first-ever Triathlon

2011-07-31T01:31:00.007-05:00

What's this, you say?

A blog post? Really?

I know, I have been absolutely terrible about blogging lately. What can I say, other than things have been busy as usual around here and the blog has taken hit. Sorry blog. You've missed so much! Vacations, baseball, flag football, storms, photographs, stories. Where to begin the catch-up?

Well, I can't promise I will review everything that has happened, but I can start with the excitement of our day today. Gabe competed in his first-ever triathlon, consisting of a 50 meter swim, 1.2 mile bike ride and a .6 mile run. And, Gabe won first place!

But more important than winning is the fact that he once again learned to never give up. And he could have easily given up after the swimming, as we learned it is NOT his strong suit.

Here's Gabe waiting to start...

And here he is during his first few strokes, already falling behind.

Gabe did leave the pool in last place. But instead of throwing in the towel, he kicked it into high gear for the biking...

And for the running...

And Gabe ended up coming from behind to be the first to cross the finish line. He is really one of the most determined people I know.

Gabe, our little competitor.

And here's Gabe with his buddy, Damon, who also competed and won second place. (Awful lighting, I know. They were lined up for a photo for the paper, so I just snapped a shot.)

On a side note, it was so nice that these two friends grabbed the two top spots. And I not only witnessed Damon congratulating Gabe on his win, but also proceeding to tell everyone he saw that his buddy won first place. What great sportsmanship! I love to see friends cheering each other on!

And one more side note...Chloe is still too young to compete in these events at the age of four. But boy, is she ready! She would compete in a heartbeat if they'd let her! And she certainly didn't let the age gap stop her today, proceeding to run alongside Gabe as he completed his running stint of the race. She then did an extra .6 mile run for good measure. All with a smile on her face. Here's dad showing Chloe the finish line as she completed the run. In flip flops, nonetheless.

So there's Gabe's first triathlon in a nutshell. It's goodnight for now, and hopefully see you soon dear blog.

Fashion Friends photos: Chloe and Faith Flowers

2011-06-13T10:18:00.000-05:00

You might recall this post from a little while back where I shared that Chloe would be having a photo shoot with her look-a-like Faith Flowers doll. Well, the photo shoot came and went and I still haven't posted any photos!! Talk about busy!

So, today's the day.

Here are a few photos of Chloe with the Faith Flowers doll. Not her very own Faith Flowers doll, which won't arrive until sometime in July when the matching outfits for little girls are ready. The doll pictured in this photo is actually the very first Faith Flowers doll off the assembly line, one-of-a-kind.

Can you see the resemblance...

The owner of Fashion Friends had also requested that I capture a few photos of Chloe and I reading the Fashion Friends book together. So, I stepped out of my comfort zone and reluctantly got out from behind the camera for a few shots...

The books and dolls are both currently on sale. You can find them here. Not only are they high-quality products, but ones with great messages for little girls! And more photos of Chloe and Faith in their matching outfits when they arrive later this summer. Chloe is just a bit excited for that (ok...and mom is too.)

Interview with a newly turned four-year-old

2011-05-26T13:43:00.006-05:00

My little girl turns four today! How do four years go by so fast?

I thought it would be fun to document her age by interviewing her with a series of questions I found online. She's such a happy, fun-loving little girl, and I think her answers reflect that.

Interview with Chloe Faith, age 4:

What's your favorite...
cereal: french fries (? - ha)
vegetable: carrots
drink: strawberry juice
toy: strawberry shortcake house
tv show: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Wow Wow Wubbzy, Dora, Looney Tunes
book: Dora, The Very Hungry Caterpillar
game: Wii princesses
restaurant: McDonald's
holiday: Christmas
animal: pony

If you could change your name to any other name, what name would you choose: "That's silly mom! My name is Chloe Faith and I want to keep it!"

What do you love most about the other people in your family? Dad - "He got me lots of presents and loves me." Mom - "You sit by me on the couch during movie nights when I ask you to. And you play with me. And you're lovely." Gabe - "He got me a ballerina for my birthday. And he's strong." Cooper - "He got me Snow White for my birthday. And he plays with me sometimes." Gavin - "He plays trains with me. And I love his cuteness."

Where do you want to go on vacation this year? "To Colorado again. And to Cinderella's castle (a.k.a. Disney World.)

What are your wishes for this year? "I wish I can have a computer when I grow up. And for people to be happy."

What do you love most in the world. "I love everyone. And I love Jesus, cause he helps me not to be scared and he protects me and he died for me."

The End

Aren't her answers sweet and fun! I think we have a Miss America in training, with everything sunshine and rainbows through Chloe's rose-colored glasses.

Happy Birthday, Chloe! You are such a joy and a light in this world! And such a blessing.

Chloe's dress-up doll

2011-05-25T11:59:00.000-05:00

I think you can tell by the shoes that Chloe is at it again. Just another day of playing dress up with her little brother. Poor Gavin.

On the bright side, at least she was thoughtful enough to match the snow white shoes to Gavin's pj's. Afterall, the Little Mermaid purple pair might have clashed.

Raising girls who value inner beauty

2011-05-23T16:38:00.008-05:00

Prepare for a very, very long post. But it's been in the works in my mind for literally years. It's filled with stories, and much passion, and I hope with a bit of challenge to re-examine how our words and actions, even the most subtle of words and actions, can shape and mold our children forever. I hope that through it, you can gain a new or perhaps revived perspective on your own worth in Christ.

When I was a little girl, my mom (and dad for that matter) loved me for me. (Since I am a mom, I'll be telling this story from a mom's point of view, definitely not to deny the importance of fathers.)

Yes, I was raised to love myself. Never did I question my weight, or my hair, or my freckles. Well, maybe I questioned my freckles a little, as kids can be cruel. But once home from being called freckle face, I was reassured that I was beautiful, inside and out. Not once was my mom ever critical of my appearance. And equally important, not once did I ever hear my mom be critical of her own appearance. Not once.

Contrast that with one of my very best friends growing up. Let's call her Jenny. Jenny was constantly questioning her weight, her hair, her appearance in general. She was continually critical of herself. We were a mere nine years old at the time. I remember the first time I spent the night at her house. It became quickly apparent to me, even at the tender age of nine, why my friend was the way she was. Jenny's mom, in stark contrast to my own, was very critical of her appearance. I remember as we brushed our hair in front of the mirror to get ready to go to our local movie theater, Jenny's mom stared judgmentally as she stood in the bathroom doorway. She told her daughter, "It's too bad your hair isn't more like Angie's." Yes, I remember it well. And I remember my friend's face. She was crushed.

Over and over again, Jenny's mom would say subtle, and not so subtle, comments that affected my friend more than her mom would ever realize. I remember on another occasion we had just sang in a vocal concert and as my parents congratulated me on my solo, her mom told her she should have stood up straight because she looks a little chubby when she slouches. Again, my friend's spirit sunk.

And Jenny continued to be critical of her appearance...her hair, her skin, her weight. I remember her being extremely careful of what she ate, saying she couldn't have candy at the skating rink because she was needing to lose some weight. Again, we were nine.

Fast forward to middle school. I had moved to a different town by then, and had a whole new set of friends. I spent a lot of time at the house of one of my closest friends. We'll call her Emily. Emily's family seemed perfect to me. Beautiful, loving, always having fun and going on adventures together. But it didn't take long to see behind the thin veil that disguised the truth.

Emily's mom struggled with an eating disorder. She would eat very, very little and then exercise all the time. I always saw her in workout clothes. She was always talking about how many miles she ran on the treadmill, or how long she spent exercising to her workout videos that day. She was obsessed. In contrast to my nine-year-old friend's mom, Emily's mom was not critical of her own daughter. She quite obviously and openly loved Emily and treated her as any daughter would want to be treated. She told her she was beautiful. She even told her she wished she was thin like her. Thin, like a middle-school girl. And what her mom didn't see was that her words spoken to Emily meant very little in contrast to her diet and exercise-obsessed actions. That's what Emily ended up emulating. Because, after all, actions speak louder than words.

Fast forward to today. I am now 31 years old and the mother of three boys and one girl. I don't struggle with body image or self-esteem because my mom didn't struggle with body image or self-esteem. She led by words and example and it served me well. And now, the passion inside me to not only raise my own daughter up in the same way, but also to encourage other moms to break the cycle and do the same is that much greater since I became a Christian. Because yes, it's a nice sentiment even for the worldly to spew quotes like "Don't judge a book by it's cover." But God gave it even greater meaning in 1 Samuel 16:7, which states "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart."

Yet, all I see even within the Christian community is women judging themselves by the world's standards and thus raising their daughters to do the same. I see moms forgetting how much our words and our actions shape and mold our children, even when we think they're not watching. I see moms constantly joking about their weight, when in reality the jokes are only masking a real feeling of inadequacy. I see moms talking about how they wish they were ten pounds lighter, and in turn, their daughters having self-esteem issues. And it breaks my heart.

The world has enough influence on our children. We don't need to be the ones to encourage an unrealistic standard of beauty our little girls already get from practically every media outlet today. And if our little girls are saying they're ugly, or they're too fat, or they're not good enough, it's easy to blame the media's distribution of photoshopped models and actresses setting an unrealistic standard that we can never achieve. But have we thought to question how we as moms may be contributing to their low self-esteem?

Let me take a minute to say that I in no way think I'm a better mom than the next person. I mess up and fall short and pray that the Lord will help heal my kids' hearts when I fail them. I have had to ask for my kids' forgiveness when I've lost my cool, or said something I shouldn't have. I am an imperfect person.

But by the grace of God, He gave me an extraordinary mother who instilled in my heart a love for myself. A love for my body, just the way I am. And since becoming a Christian, God's grown that love more and more each day which is perhaps why I think memories of my friends not having the same love for themselves is so vivid to me. Friends who tried to fulfill themselves with the things of this world, and who attempted to 'improve' their bodies with dieting and exercise. And who wallowed in failure, never able to live up to this crazy world's standards of beauty.

And to address one more possible misconception, I'm also in no way saying that it's not good to be health-minded. But there's a vast difference between being health-minded and being body-obsessed, placing our worth and happiness in what number the scale reads when we step on it in the morning.

So with those misconceptions discussed, I look around today and I see other moms who were perhaps much like my friend Jenny, whose mother was too critical of her appearance, and now she is now too critical of her own daughter's appearance. And moms who perhaps were once like my friend Emily, who watched her own mother work tirelessly trying to become perfect according to the world and grew up to now work tirelessly to be perfect according to the world while her daughter watches her. It's a cycle. We often will parent as our parents parented.

Well I say, let's break the cycle! Let's rediscover what God says about beauty.

In Proverbs 31:30, it says, "Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."

We can spend lots of time and energy working towards a standard that we will never achieve and that will never provide us true joy and fulfillment. We can dress ourselves in skimpy clothing and seek out male attention in order to feel better about ourselves, more beautiful, more desirable, and in turn causing those males to stumble by feasting their eyes on things they shouldn't and darkening their minds with impure thoughts. And we can, by default, raise our daughters to do the same.

Or, we can surrender our insecurities to the Lord, discover in His Word where we should find our worth and value, and intentionally live our lives for Him. If not for ourselves, let's do it for our daughters. Because they are watching.

And us parents of sons aren't off the hook either. My boys have already been lectured time and time again that if they don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all. They've been told to respect women (or girls, in their case) and to look at them as God would. He looks at the heart. And thus, so should we.

Let's be intentional, moms! Let's break the chains this world's standards have placed on us, and help ourselves and our little girls be free to live out their lives with joy and happiness!

I had a conference with my daughter's preschool teacher. She's only three, so the conference is pretty low key. But in it, my daughter's teacher told my husband and I over and over again what a happy girl Chloe is and how much joy she exudes. "Her smile and laughter brighten the room," she said. And how easily can that joy and happiness be diminished over time if I as a mom didn't nurture it by teaching my daughter in the same way I was taught by my own mother . Teaching her to love herself. To disregard the world's standard of beauty and look to the One who really counts. To see How much He loves her, just the way she is.

If I can do that, by God's grace, then my daughter can someday raise a daughter of her own who can grow up with the same worth in Christ. That is truly a dream fulfilled! Won't you join me in raising my daughter to have worth in inner beauty by teaching your own sons and daughters to do the same. Together, and with God's leading, we can change a world!

And to end, a photo of my daughter, Chloe, and I. God has used Chloe, as well as my other children, to grow me in so many ways. I will never be the same, and for that, I am thankful!

Hershey's Track Meet 2011

2011-05-22T16:47:00.000-05:00

The boys once again participated in the annual Hershey's Track Meet this past week. It was Gabe's fourth year participating. That's right, his fourth year! That just seems unreal to me. Where does the time go? This was Cooper's second year participating.

Gabe's performance was typical, for him. He was there to compete and nothing else. So determined and such a true competitor. He chose to do the long jump for the fourth year in a row. And for the third year in a row, Gabe placed in the long jump winning first place this year. The boy can jump!

Gabe jumping for first place in the long jump.

I gave Gabe complete control over what he chose to compete in when filling out the registration form weeks before the event. I usually ask him what he wants to do, but when he says, "I don't know," I would usually then go ahead and sign him up for what I thought he might like to do. Well, this year, I wanted him to choose so that he couldn't tell me, "Mom, why did you sign me up for that?" Yes, complete control, with no leading, or pushing, or trying to influence him in any way. Note to self: complete control given to Gabe equals a very long process.

I kept asking Gabe what he wanted to sign up for. But he just could not decide. He knew he wanted to do the long jump and two running events, but he just couldn't for the life of him decide which two running events to choose. I had Cooper's form filled out about a month before Gabe finally made up his mind the day before the registration deadline. Gabe finally decided to do the 50 meter once again this year, and chose to do a new event: the 200 meter. And although I was a bit nervous that he may run out of steam in the 200, Gabe proved me wrong once again. Why I ever think of underestimating his determination is beyond me. He never fails to show me that my doubts are unfounded when they are up against his sheer will to win.

Gabe (second from the right) running the 200 meter dash, in which he got 1st place.

On to Cooper. Last year, if you recall from my post, Cooper had said before the event, "I only hope I win one ribbon!" And he did. But this year was a different story. I don't know if it's his first year of wrestling this past winter that has changed Cooper's perspective. Maybe it was winning so many first place trophies throughout the season, and finally placing fourth in the state at the end of the season. Whatever it was, something had changed because this year Cooper really, really wanted to win first place. Second and third just weren't good enough. Talk about a 360!

So, Cooper chose to compete in the long jump, the 50 meter and the 100 meter dash, the long jump being his first event.

And, Cooper got second place.

He said to me with a sly grin upon finding out he placed second, "Second is ok, but maybe next year I can get first." What? Is this the same Cooper that only wanted to win just one ribbon last year? Now we're being discriminating as to which one ribbon it is?

Next up was the 50 meter. I think the fact that you're running at the same time as everyone else made this very different than the long jump, when you're jumping individually. In Cooper's mind the competition was ON! Cooper ended up getting second in his heat, which was bad enough for him. He was not pleased. Then they announced over the loud speaker that he got third overall. Having to explain to Cooper that there was more than one heat and they have to consider all heats in his age group before they award places was too much!

No, he wasn't mad at anyone else or being a poor sport. There were no fits. He did congratulate his friends with the most sincerity. But, he also kept saying he knows he can do better. Who knew so much determination could be in such a tiny little 42 pound body?! He's already started practicing his running form for next year, ha!

Cooper running the 50 meter, in which he placed third.

Cooper did not place in the 100 meter. The official results haven't come out, but I'm guessing he didn't miss placing by too much. Cooper didn't care for that logic though, saying "they don't have a fourth place ribbon, mom!" Ha!

So, here I am with two boys who love to compete and do so to win. I guess that's what being an athlete is all about! And I'm so thankful that my two athletes are good sports, no matter what place they achieve.

Together

2011-05-03T10:57:00.001-05:00

I love to see my four hanging out together.

In their pj's, covered with blankets, snuggled up together on the floor, watching a movie.

The four of them, together.

Never Grow Up

2011-04-27T14:08:00.001-05:00

I found this photo today while looking for photos for the new blog header. I don't think I have ever shared it on the blog, but it's one of my favorites because to me, it's the essence of childhood. Of my boys' childhood, anyway. Gabe's missing teeth and messy hair. Cooper's determined stance as he aims his toy gun. That's the memories I'll have. We live on an acerage and our boys spend endless hours exploring the outdoors, putting their imaginations to use. On this particular day, they were cowboys. Gabe and Cooper are the best of friends, and I pray it always stays that way.

As I was thinking about childhood, I was reminded of a song. I think this may be the only time I'll ever quote a country song, because it's no secret that I am not fond of country music. But I really could listen to this song over and over again. And cry about this song over and over again. And be inspired to make the most of the time that they are little, because it's all too short.

Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift

Your little hands wrapped around my finger
And it's so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming
So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

To you, everything's funny
You got nothing to regret
I'd give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that

Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple

I won't let nobody hurt you
Won't let no one break your heart
No, no one will desert you
Just try to never grow up, never grow up

You're in the car on the way to the movies
And you're mortified your mom's dropping you off
At 14, there's just so much you can't do
And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

But don't make her drop you off around the block
Remember that she's getting older, too
And don't lose the way that you dance around
In your PJs getting ready for school

Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple

No one's ever burned you
Nothing's ever left you scarred
And even though you want to
Just try to never grow up

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said
And all your little brother's favorite songs

I just realized everything I have
Is someday gonna be gone

So here I am in my new apartment
In a big city, they just dropped me off
It's so much colder than I thought it would be
So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on

Wish I'd never grown up
I wish I'd never grown up

Oh, I don't wanna grow up, wish I'd never grown up
Could still be little
Oh, I don't wanna grow up, wish I'd never grown up
It could still be simple

Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple

Won't let nobody hurt you
Won't let no one break your heart
And even through to you want to
Please try to never grow up

Don't you ever grow up
(Never grow up)
Just never grow up

Fashion Friends Update

2011-04-19T17:00:00.000-05:00

It's been a very long time since I've updated on Chloe's part in the Fashion Friends project. Read about how Chloe got involved with this new company through her modeling here.

Basically, Chloe was chosen to represent Faith Flowers in a new line of clothing and dolls called, Fashion Friends. That in itself would be a neat opportunity, but couple it with the fact that Fashion Friends is a openly Christian company makes it even more special and perfect for us! Just read this excerpt about Fashion Friends: "Their desire is to honor God by using the gifts and talents He has given them." Such an awesome ministry to young girls interested in all the things young girls {and moms like me!} love...dolls and fashion!

Since Chloe was chosen last spring, a lot has happened with Fashion Friends. The rest of the girls were cast to represent all seven fashion friends, the first in a line of books came out, the new website was launched, and sample dolls have been produced.

I was notified last week that the Faith Flowers doll will be sent to Chloe sometime this week so that we can do a photo shoot with Chloe & the doll, including photos of me reading to Chloe. Ha! Yes, they would like some photos of this photographer who is used to being behind the camera reading to my daughter. Hmmm...I am no model, so honestly I'm a bit nervous!

And then there's little Chloe, not nervous at all in front of the camera. The other day I asked Chloe to help me do this Fashion Friends update by posing for a few photos. She had no problem, as usual. I hope she always loves the camera, because my camera loves her...

Here she is with the Fashion Friends book, which she received one of the very first copies at Christmas time. The book is awesome, building girls up to have positive self-esteem and featuring several Biblical principals and verses throughout. Chloe loves looking at this book and having it read to her...

I love the end of the book, which features the 'Fashion Friends Prayer,' ending in...

"And someday, Lord, when our dreams come true, we'll give all the praise and glory to you!"

You can purchase your very own copy of the Fashion Friends book here.

In the meantime, photos of Chloe and her look-a-like Faith Flowers doll will soon grace the blog. We actually have to send this doll back, as it's the only one of it's kind. But Chloe will receive her very own Faith Flowers doll later this summer when the dolls are released to the public, and more photo shoots will take place with Chloe, her doll and their matching outfits!

I know this Fashion Friend model will look forward to that...

Too cute to get into too much trouble

2011-04-12T16:11:00.000-05:00

The blog title says it all.

Yes, this boy gets into trouble, but never too much.

Because he's just too cute. Really.

And it doesn't hurt that every time he does something naughty, he's smiling about it...

Maybe he's just got it figured out how NOT to get into too much trouble by smiling while getting caught, but either way he's got mom wrapped around his little finger. At least I'm aware of the fact, right?!?

Gavin also has two new favorite words: thanks and sorry. He uses them often and interchangeably. For example, I gave Gavin a piece of banana the other day and he replied, "Sorry." A little later, he was caught pulling Chloe's hair (yes, he's a habitual hair puller with a smile) and he proudly says, "Thanks!"

Chloe was NOT happy with Gavin's response to the hair pulling incident in case you were wondering. It resulted in Chloe lecturing Gavin a little something like this: "Now Gavin, first of all we do NOT pull hair. But when we do, we say sorry, not thanks. Now go be a good boy for the rest of the day." Ha, that girl makes me laugh!

And so does this naughty brother of hers who apparently likes to play lots and lots of games (all at once!) other than just wrapping mom around his little finger...

Nope, too cute to be naughty ;)

My baby is 8

2011-03-31T11:31:00.007-05:00

I was remembering the other day when Gabe was first born. Holding that perfect little newborn in my arms, I couldn't imagine my baby being old enough to say those first words, take those first steps, go to kindergarten, let alone be in second grade. And then, practically in the blink of an eye, it happens. Your baby is 8 years old!

Yes, to the mother of a newborn baby, 8 years old seems so very old. But believe me, those 8 years have flown by without warning. So cherish every minute, every hug, every kiss, every 'I love you mommy.' It all goes by so fast.

I plan to have a mini photo shoot with my eight-year-old, but I haven't had a chance as of yet. So, I'll instead share some photos from his eighth birthday party.

Gabe had two of his closest friends over to spend the night for his birthday. They're all on the same football team, so following practice we loaded up the Yukon and headed to Planet X, our local indoor fun center. Here are the boys in the backseat on the way to Planet X...

Little brother Cooper got to tag along for the fun, which he loved, even when he was being given the bunny ears...

My husband has been to Planet X many times, as a substitute teacher and youth pastor, but this was my first experience. It was a lot of fun, with so many games to play. There was ski ball, which apparently, Jason and Cooper take very seriously...

And bumper cars...

Tons of video games...

And even mini-bowling...

We stayed away from the mini-golf, as Gabe is a bit of a curse with a golf club (thought you'd appreciate that Val! ha!) Yes, Valerie's son, Brayden (who is Gabe's bud since they were practically born) had a birthday party a few years back in which the kids played put-put golf. There was an incident with Gabe, a golf club and Brayden's head, which led to poor Brayden having to spend the rest of his birthday in the emergency room with a gushing head wound. Ouch! Hence, Gabe being a curse with a golf club. But I digress...

With the tickets the boys won from their play time at Planet X, they all chose vampire teeth. Aren't they a scary crew...(DO click on the photo to view it larger. Aren't they a hoot!)

The next morning, the boys awoke to birthday cake and donuts. Such a well-balanced breakfast, I know...

Not sure what prompted Gabe to break out in a ballad, but ya can't help but love him...

And lots of presents and fun... (and bare bellies?...)

I think it's safe to say that Gabe had an awesome eighth birthday! And mom didn't shed too many tears either. I just wish there was a way to stop my babies from growing up so fast!

Happy birthday Gabe! We are so very proud to call you our son, and so very thankful for the heart God has given you. Go let that light shine and continue to be a blessing to others in your next eight wonderful years!

Gavin - 20 months old

2011-03-13T17:23:00.007-05:00

Our youngest, Gavin, is 20-months-old this month. And I was thinking, I've never had a 20-month-old and NOT been pregnant with the next! Isn't that crazy! We're really messing up our kids-every-two-years schedule! ha!

But I don't think Gavin minds being mom's only 'little' one. He's such a happy little ham! He's always clapping, or dancing, or spinning in a circle. He's often saying, "Look!" and wanting me to follow him so that he can show me something he's discovered or done. He's very affectionate, and loves to snuggle and give hugs. And he's always giving me those huge puppy dog eyes...

Gavin, my little heart-breaker!

Iowa Pee Wee State Wrestling Tournament, 2011

2011-03-08T14:34:00.024-06:00

“Once you’ve wrestled,
everything else in life is easy”
- Dan Gable

There is so much truth in the above quote. No, I’ve never wrestled. And neither has Jason. No, the closest I've come to wrestling experience is my brothers who wrestled, and my dad who was a referee. But watching our sons, Gabe, age 7, and Cooper, age 5, wrestle has shown both Jason and I that there is so much to be learned through the sport. There are life lessons to be gained through both the victories and defeats. There’s self-control, pride, hard work ethic, integrity, endurance. And there’s character to be built.

This past weekend, as Gabe and Cooper wrestled at the Iowa Super Pee Wee State Wrestling Tournament, I saw their strength of character shine through in so many ways. I saw the boys willingly shake hands with their opponents through their wins and losses. And I saw both boys take their wins with quiet humbleness, and their losses as a challenge to go out and win the next match.

Yes, even if wrestling is not your favorite sport to watch, you can’t help but appreciate the character built through every hard-fought match. And this past weekend was filled with hard-fought matches for our boys!

We really had no expectations going into the tourney except one: for the boys to do their best. That's always our one and only expectation with any sport they compete in. All we ask is that if they're going to do something, they do it to their best ability.

The weekend started on Saturday, with Cooper wrestling in the Kindergarten 42-pound bracket. This is Cooper’s first year of wrestling, and state was his sixth tournament ever. While the other tournaments Cooper has competed in have been relatively small tourneys where Cooper had 4-man round robin brackets, which means he would wrestle three matches per tournament, state was completely different. It's kind of a BIG deal...

{Look at all these boys getting ready to compete. The arena was packed!}

Cooper was placed in a 32-man bracket. With several first-round byes, Cooper was up against 24 other wrestlers all vying for a spot on the podium at the end of the day.

Cooper had a first-round bye, then ended up winning his next two matches both by very close margins. The first match was back and forth, and ended up tied at the end of the third period, placing him into overtime. Cooper managed to get the first take down to win the match. The next was also a very close match, where Cooper ended up scoring two points for the win with seconds left on the clock. It’s really hard to describe how emotionally draining it is watching your son out there on the mat. And the close matches are ten times worse!

{Cooper looking quite serious on the mat.}

But after two close wins, Cooper was in the semi-finals! He then lost his next match to the eventual state champion, but not without a fight. And following his next match where he got another win, Cooper was in the top four, wrestling his final match to determine who would win third place.

Cooper ended up losing his final match, but had nothing to feel bad about. He wrestled five tough matches, made his way into the top four out of 24 wrestlers, and got a fourth place state medal! In addition to placing at state, Cooper finished the 2010-2011 season with a record of 16 wins, 4 losses, and never got pinned. Pretty good for a kindergartner who was scared to even compete in a tournament until December! Click here to read about Cooper’s start to wrestling and very first tournament win.

{Cooper with his medal.}

{On the winner's podium, 4th place!}

One down, one to go.

Big brother Gabe wrestled on Sunday. This is the only Sunday tournament we’ve ever participated in because we normally don’t miss church for sporting events. But since Gabe was in the second grade division this year and they wrestled on Sunday, we made an exception since state is the culmination of all the hard work from throughout the season.

Gabe has wrested at state before as a kindergartner, but only had a few meets under his belt before he competed and was eliminated after two losses. Last year Gabe had planned on competing at state, but broke his arm only weeks before and was in a cast. After much waiting, Gabe finally had his second chance at competing at state.

He was placed in a 32-man bracket in the 58 pound weight class. But as with Cooper’s bracket the day before, there were several first-round byes, actually making it 22 boys in the bracket. Gabe’s first match, similar to his brother’s the day before, was way too close for mom’s comfort! It came down to the final seconds of the match, and Gabe ended up scoring to get the win, 6 to 5! Yes, he won by one point! Talk about almost sending his mom to the emergency room with a heart-attack! Yikes!

The next two matches, Gabe won handily. He got a pin the second match, and won by technical fall, 15 to 0, in the third match, which is where the match is stopped after you score 15 points on your opponent. Gabe was pumped!

Three wins, and now he’s in the semi-finals! He understood that if he got two more wins, he would be the state champion. Only two wins away, which I believe is one reason the next match came as such a hard loss to him.

Yes, he did lose.

Gabe lost that fourth match to last year’s state champion, and the eventual state champ again this year. And to make matters worse, Gabe got pinned. Gabe had set a goal at the beginning of the year to never get pinned, so this was a very hard loss.

{This photo shows a bit of how upset Gabe was as he is surrounded by his coaches...}

It took all I had to hold back the tears as I watched him get off the mat, red-faced and trying with all his might not to cry. He was devastated! And so the character building begins.

Because as much as we desire for our kids to win, they’re not always going to. There’s always going to be someone better out there, someone with just a little more experience or a little more talent or skill. We can’t win them all.

And after such a loss, there’s a choice to be made. We can either give up, throw in the towel and be defeated. Or we can choose to have strength of heart and come back with all we have for our next match. And I am proud to say that Gabe did the latter.

Gabe’s next match was wrestling for third place. The two were so evenly paired. Much of the match went without score. Then they each managed to score two. And by the end of the third period, with the score tied two to two, Gabe’s opponent managed to work his way around Gabe in the final seconds of the match and score another two to end the match. Again, Gabe was faced with defeat. And another hard loss.

{Gabe shaking hands with the opponent's coaches after a loss.}

But again, he came back to his final match determined to give it his all. And this time, it was enough. He did win that last match, 7 to 4, and earned 5th place on the state podium. And he earned the right to be proud of his strength of heart. Because when it would have been so easy to give up, he kept going. And with that, Gabe’s season ended with a record of 22 wins, 5 losses.

{Gabe, on the podium in 5th place.}

It’s funny because the boys don’t even understand what they’ve accomplished. For two boys used to wrestling in 4-man brackets where they’ve usually managed to take home first place, 4th and 5th place don’t seem like much. Maybe someday they’ll understand that fourth and fifth place out of 24 and 22 boys IS an accomplishment. But for now, Gabe is already talking about what he needs to work on to be first next year. What can I say, the boy has tenacity!

And they have both obtained valuable skills from hard wins and even harder losses that will take them places in life. They’ve both become boys of character. And of that, I couldn’t be more proud!

Ski Trip 2011

2011-02-25T09:14:00.003-06:00

A few weeks ago, we went on our annual ski trip to Copper Mountain, Colorado.

Getting ready to leave is always a chore packing for four kids. But for some reason, it seemed especially challenging this year. Photo sessions needed to be finished editing and client orders needed to be placed before we could leave for our vacation. And that's just for my business. Add in shuttling the boys to wrestling practice, helping Jason with youth group activities calendars and all the other day-to-day to-do's, and I was in much need of a reprieve!

So, after driving all night long, barreling our way through a snow storm in the mountains, and getting the kids tucked in for a good night's sleep in actual beds instead of car seats, we were ready Sunday morning to start a wonderful week of skiing.

And wonderful it truly was!

In addition to our family, we had several friends with us this year, one of which just happens to be the family of our sons' best friends. So, needless to say, Gabe and Cooper had a blast sharing a room and beds with their best buddies, Brayden and Easton!

And then there was skiing together!

The boys all had a blast and were making their way down double black diamonds like nobody's business by the end of the week. Yes, there were several almost heart-attack moments for this mom, in case you were wondering. Our five-year-old is a dare-devil and likes to go fast. While going down a steep black diamond run early in the week, Cooper thought he'd go straight down instead of doing his turns as I'd just told him to do at the top of the run. So there I am, watching from behind as I see Cooper skiing straight down the mountain at supersonic speed. It looked as if he thought he'd zoom right by our friend, Jeff, but he instead barreled right into the back of his legs and they both went down. It was completely horrifying. I still wish that I would have somehow captured it on video, although I would have never wanted to watch it again myself.

Thankfully, both Cooper and Jeff escaped the incident unscathed, and it taught Cooper a valuable lesson to make sure you're under control while skiing. The rest of the week Coop skied without incident, and life was good!

So many stories I could share from our wonderful week, but I'll get on to sharing some photos...

This was Chloe's first year on the slopes. She was so excited, but a bit scared too. After getting over her fear of the lift, she did great. Here she is all bundled up. It was so very cold for most of the week...

Cooper lost his first tooth on the second day of skiing. He's so cute and proud with his missing tooth...

The lift below is very tricky, as you can see, because there's only a little bar you grab and place between your legs as it proceeds up the hill. You miss the bar, it's strike one. You fall down, it's strike two and you're out...they only give you two chances to get 'on' the lift. It was the boys' first time on this lift, and they all made it on the first try with flying colors!{From top to bottom: Me, Cooper Gabe, Brayden and Alex, going up the lift. Jason was in back with the camera.}

At the top there is this sign to remind you that the stick you were just holding on to can be brutal if you allow them to then hit you...

At the top of the lift, you literally feel like you're on top of the world! At the very least, on the top of a very big mountain! Here's Gabe, Cooper and Brayden taking in the view...

We had to ski down this to get down from the top of the mountain. Very steep stuff! We didn't tell the boys until they got down, but this was their very first double black diamond run...

The run is so steep, and so full of fresh powder, that even veterans like Jason's dad fall down sometimes. And Dwight, this is payback for last year's tree run incident...you remember, a certain photo of me {and my behind} trying to work my way up from an run-in {literally} with a tree. That was a nice photo, but I like these couple better...

And to be fair, Dwight wasn't the only one who fell on this run. Here's our friend Alex on the ground, as Cooper and Gabe watch...

Here's the boys at the bottom of the run, with the huge mountain in the background being where they just skied down from. What studs...

Some of our crew on the lift...

A BIG thank you to Jason's mom, Grandma Sanders, who volunteered to again go along on the trip and watch kiddos so that I could ski! I think the kids and Bonnie both had fun watching the slopes from the nice warm condo...

I love this one of Easton and Cooper playing the DSi's on the floor. They were so into gaming, they didn't even realize I was there...

But Nolan did! He quickly grabbed his little laptop and posed for me like the big boys...

Speaking of Nolan, his personal mission throughout the week was to help take care of Gavin. Hey, he's older than Gavin, so why not! ha! But Gavin wasn't always so keen on the idea. Love this photo below. Gavin: Mom, stop taking pictures and help a guy out already!

Our friend, Joanna, playing princesses with Chloe...

Our little Dare Devil, Gabe, doing a jump on the terrain park...

You don't have to look long to see who Gabe takes after. Here's Jason doing a jump...

Here's our friends during an impromptu photo session...

This family went with us four years ago, and they had their truck stolen on the way out in Denver. Seriously, their truck was stolen along with all their belongings! No wonder it took four years for them to work up the bravery to try it again! We are so thankful they came along, and so happy it was a MUCH better trip!

Here's all the kid skiers from our group. Left to right, Chloe, Gabe, Brayden, Cooper and Easton...

And our family, minus Gavin...

Our Dew Run crew...

And what's a Dew Run without the Dew...

And we can't forget some gorgeous scenery...

Photo overload, I know. And this was just a small portion! What a blessed trip!

Chloe + Valentine's Day = Love

2011-02-15T19:00:00.005-06:00

My heart overflows when I'm with this girl of mine...

I think besides the candy they get, the boys could take or leave Valentine's Day. But Chloe, she was sooo looking forward to valentine's day so that she could "love on all my friends," as she said. When I told her that she didn't have to wait for valentine's day to do that, she told me, "Yes, but the candy shows my love that much more!"

I just want to squeeze that little giggly face...

Chloe was so looking forward to Valentine's Day that she even made this necklace to wear for the big day using a kit I bought at a local craft store... {Owl Be Yours}

In addition to buying mom flowers this year, her daddy also brought her some flowers. Perfect little red tulips. Chloe politely said, "Oh thank you, Daddy! They're beautiful," and gave one of the tulips a little hug.

Oh how I love her...

15 years

2011-02-13T20:27:00.012-06:00

Fifteen years ago on Valentine's Day, my valentine asked me to be his. I was a junior in high school, and Jason was a senior.We went to see a movie, 'Twelve Monkeys' featuring Brad Pitt...strange movie is all I can say. And we went to a matinee to save money. Looking back, this was a first glimpse into the person Jason is...cheap, er I mean fiscally conservative.

Then we proceeded to eat at the Olive Garden, where my all-too-comfortable date not only licked his own plate clean (and yes, I mean literally licked his plate,) but he also ate the half of my meal that I couldn't. Charming, I know. The fact that he actually licked his plate on our first date in the middle of a restaurant and I found this to be cute (at the time) really shows that ours was a match made by the Lord. Thankfully, Jason's manners have come a long way in fifteen years, as has our life together. Yes, he continues to eat my leftovers but no longer licks the plate, ha!

We continued dating through high school and college, married in 2000, and now have four children. Where does the time go? Really, the rate at which our days, weeks and months have been passing by lately has me in a bit of a panic. I don't want it to go by too fast. I don't want to blink and have my kids grown and out of the house. I don't want to turn my head and find that I've missed the days that only come once in a lifetime, that I've missed out on all the little blessings God has given us. Blessings like a husband who loves the Lord with all his heart, loves ALL of God's people and possesses a passion to share Christ with them. A husband who is thoughtful, caring, kind, strives to see the best in people, and sees the best in me, even when I may not believe in myself. A husband who holds my hand as we send child by child off to school for the first time and this sensitive mama cries the day away. A husband who encourages me to achieve more than I could have ever imagined, and reminds me that it's all for Christ's sake.

Who am I that I have been so blessed?

No, I don't want to wish any of these blessed days away, for I can see that they pass by fast enough on their own. I pray that as we celebrate this Valentine's Day, the Lord would help me to cherish every moment and always strive for more passion and love that can only come from Him. I pray that He would continue to mold me into the best wife that I can be, and that I would allow Him to do so. And I pray that our children would see in their mom and dad that a love formed by the Lord is one to strive for.

Jason and I have been through a lot. We've grown up together in a way, as we've now spent nearly half our lives together. We've grown in our faith, we've grown in our relationship with each other, we've grown as parents and as friends. We've experienced life together, traveled together, served the Lord together, and learned how to do so many things together. And my valentine taught me how to ski so many years ago, just recently returning from our tenth ski trip together where we worked together to teach our three-year-old daughter how to ski as she laughed and cried down the mountain. (She's soooo like her mama in some ways!)

Yes, life is full of so many memories and so many of mine are filled with you, my valentine. And for that, I am forever thankful.

The making of our Valentine's Day Cards

2011-01-25T22:17:00.015-06:00

Valentine's Day is something I love. Because it's about just that...love. Showing love to those we love. And MCP Actions did just that! They're showing the love by offering free card templates. They're so very cute, check them out:

Go here to download your very own free mini card templates! I love freebies!

As does Florabella, who is also offering free Valentine's templates...

The designs are all so adorable and I immediately fell in love with the bookmarks. Here's Chloe's Valentine bookmarks she will give out this year...

As much as I love all the free Valentine designs, I didn't find one that worked very well for the boys. They were all a little too girly. And I love girly, but not so much for the boys. {On a side note, I actually showed the cards to Gabe and he said, "There is no way I'm handing out cards that have hearts all over them. What would the boys think???" Made me laugh, so I just had to share.}

But, I have been craving a little art project, and with the boys help, we made their cards for this year.

First, I drew out a 5x7 box and sketched a robot...

Added a background graph design to add some depth...

I then printed one out for Gabe and Cooper and let them color their Valentines. I did make a color chart so they wouldn't get too carried away with the colors. (Cooper has this thing with coloring everything black lately. Trust me, a color chart was necessary!) And then, I also 'helped' their coloring a bit in photoshop too! ha! It's amazing how you can erase what is outside the lines, and blend a bit here and there.

After they colored them, I then scanned them back into the computer and added the 'UR Gr8' and the heart on the robot's chest with computer drawn squares, and also added the boy's faces to the Valentines...

And then the boys cut them out.

Voila! Robot Valentines!

And in case you're thinking that I'm insanely organized already having Valentines done and ready to go, think again. We're leaving on our annual ski trip in a few short weeks and will be back just in time for Valentine's Day parties at school, so I had no other choice!

Don't you just Love Valentine's Day!

She reminds me of the princess from Enchanted...

2011-01-18T14:00:00.006-06:00

Does the blog post title have you curious?

Do you know the movie, Enchanted?

If not, first of all, you need to see it. I know it's probably considered a kid's movie, but it's one of my favorites.

Enchanted is about a fairytale princess who is sent to our world {the real world} by an evil queen. Soon after her arrival in New York City, Princess Giselle begins to change her views on life and love after meeting a handsome lawyer. The movie poses the question, 'can a storybook view of life survive in the real world?'

{A photo of Giselle, below..}

Well, in the eyes of my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Chloe, every day is a storybook view of life!

Chloe is princess through and through. Maybe with a bit more down and dirty than the average princess thanks to her three brothers, but still a princess. She is very animated, loves to dress up, loves to have her hair & nails done and loves to sing & dance. After all, what princess doesn't sing and dance?

Chloe is also a 'glass-half-full' kind of girl. She is almost always happy, almost always cheery and spreading that happiness to others with her sunny disposition.

Even at the dentist where some little girls may be timid or frightened, Chloe goes into the dentist chair with a smile, singing her favorite 'brush, brush, brush your teeth' song with her high pitched little voice. Which is why soon after meeting Chloe, the dental hygienist turns to me and says, "You know who she reminds me of? The princess from Enchanted."

I smiled, and said, "Yes, we've heard that before!" And we have! Giselle, the princess from Enchanted, shares Chloe's sunny disposition and glass-half-full outlook. Maybe that's why Chloe loves the movie so much! She can often be heard singing one of the movie's main songs "That's how you know."

Chloe, meant to be a princess.

And maybe thinks she really is one...

You experienced princess moms may notice something not quite right in the photo below. Cinderella is wearing Ariel's dress, Ariel is wearing Belle's dress, and Belle is wearing Cinderella's dress. I overheard Chloe telling the princesses that they were being taught a lesson in sharing with their wardrobes today...

Chloe, gotta love her!

Puppies are like toddlers...cute, but naughty

2011-01-17T15:22:00.005-06:00

You've met Charlotte before on the blog. Cute, sweet, innocent Charlotte...

Innocent? Really?

I think the toilet paper trail from the bathroom to where she sits in the living room isn't so innocent...

And come to think of it, neither is the toilet paper in her mouth...

As if there isn't enough chaos in my house of four kiddos as it is.

On the bright side, there's never a dull moment!

We are the Champions...

2011-01-16T20:11:00.009-06:00

Disclaimer: Yes, this is one of those bragging mom blog posts. But to my defense, this is not Gabe's first win of the year. He has had an awesome season so far! I just hate to sound like a bragging mom, so haven't blogged about Gabe's previous wins. I couldn't help but blog about this, with both boys winning in the same tourney! I hope it's not too obnoxious of a post, ha! So read on, with the risk of me sounding like a mom who needs to trade my Yukon in for a mini van with a bumper sticker that says: My kid is an honor student ;)

Gabe & Cooper can sing the above blog post title after today's home tournament. That's right, they both won their brackets!

And I have once again discovered that I am NOT made to be a wrestling mom. Either I'd better toughen up, or hopefully the boys will lose interest! ha! But keeping in mind how much they both love the sport, I think I'd better just toughen up.

It's not that I'm a complete wimp and can't handle watching my kids play sports. I can watch them play football or baseball just fine. It's just wrestling one-on-one, boy versus boy, and it's completely nerve-wracking to me!

And then there's the crazy parents. Yes, I said it...CrAzY! I've witnessed parents yelling at the refs, yelling at their child, making their child cry, making the refs almost cry, telling their son NOT to shake their opponents hand because they should have won, etc., etc. It's disgusting, really. No wonder there's so many poor sports out there.

But I digress. Back to the nerve-wracking part...

Gabe's last match today was against a boy who we knew would be a tough competitor. He placed second at state last year, or so we heard. If you recall, Gabe wasn't able to compete at state wrestling last year due to a broken arm. Anyway, the match went back and forth and back and forth. Gabe was almost stuck on his back twice, but he powered through. There's nothing that makes me more proud than to see my child working hard, trying his best and not giving up. Win or lose, that's all Jason and I ask as parents, that they don't give up and they try their best. And today, that was enough! Gabe ended up pinning him for the championship! Yay!

I did videotape the match, but I'm scared to watch it for fear of embarrassment. I am not normally a loud person. But something about watching my kids wrestle brings out the 'loud' in me. I cheer loudly {for me, anyway} trying to yell out moves that I don't even understand. "Put in the half, turn him, dig deep, chest to chest, on your toes." These wrestling terms just start spewing out of my mouth as I excitedly jerk the video camera around, trying to steady myself but to no avail. Then I'll stop watching the match through the camera and a few seconds later realize that I'm pointing the camera at the ground. The results are not pretty. I'll try and sift through the footage and see what I got, maybe posting a portion later.

But for now, I am proud of both my boys!

This is Cooper's first year of wrestling, and has he ever surprised us all! You see, Cooper has never shown much interest in sports. I don't know if it's because he would rather not compete with his naturally athletic older brother, or if it's just his laid back personality. But before this year, we had thought Cooper would not be a wrestler. He's not overly aggressive, and can tend to be a bit sensitive. Cooper is also a bit of a clown, always joking about something. We had thought he'd never desire to step foot on a wrestling mat. And if he did get out there, we were fairly certain he would either giggle or cry his way through the match.

Knowing we would never want to pressure our kids to do anything they didn't want to do, we presented Cooper with the choice to wrestle at the beginning of the season. Cooper is five, and that's the age you can start practice at our school. As I said, there was no pressure, we just asked. And to our surprise, he said yes! So Cooper started practice and really enjoyed it, but he still wasn't sure about wrestling in a tournament. The first tournament we took Gabe to this season, we gave Coop the choice to wrestle or watch. He chose to watch. The next tournament, he chose to watch again. We thought that maybe he wouldn't ever want to compete. But finally, he told us he was ready. We waited in anticipation to see how he'd react to a real live match. And we quickly learned that this boy is meant to wrestle.

When he gets out on that mat, it's as if a switch has been flipped and he's all business, ready to get a win. He has picked up the moves so easily, and uses those moves with assertiveness, confidence and focus. But he hasn't lost that smile, grinning ear to ear as his hand is raised up in the air in victory. It's glorious, really. Today marks Cooper's second tournament, first championship and first two pins!

So although wrestling may not be this mom's first choice of sport, I certainly see the hard work ethic it has helped encourage in my boys. And I certainly enjoy the rewards...two little boys with a humble confidence and good sportsmanship to boot!

Tiny Coop, at a whopping 41 pounds...
{excuse the poor photo. I had my fixed lens on and could not zoom out. And since I had to get back so far to get all the boys in, I had a head in the way! ha! Despite the poor photo, I do love their faces. Click on the photo to see it larger. The boy on the left almost in tears. The boy on the inside right, with crossed arms & giving the evil eye. And the boy on the far right in last place, but looking the happiest of all. Then there's my Coop on top, looking a bit overwhelmed!}

And Gabe, wrestling at 58 pounds...
{This time the head I got in the shot was purposeful, because it's Cooper cheering on Gabe. Isn't that sweet!}

Way to go boys! We really couldn't be more proud of your great attitudes, win or lose.

Oh My Darling, Clementine.

2011-01-14T14:27:00.003-06:00

My kids love these...

We keep a constant supply of clementines this time of year and go through at least one box a week. The best thing about them is how easy it is for the kids to peel them all by themselves, unlike oranges which still requires mom's help. Believe me, any task I can make simpler and less time consuming with four kids is treasured!

I thought most kids would conquer the clementines themselves, but I discovered that is not the case when Cooper brought them to school for his snack choice. I guess I took our experienced clementine eating for granted. The teacher said a few of the kids tried to eat them with the peel. {Yuck!} And some needed the teacher's help to peel them, which I'm sure would cause even the nicest of teachers to grumble silently at me a bit. {Note to self: No more clementines to school for snack!}

Regardless, we love clementines. They always bring a smile to my kids' faces...

He did it!

2011-01-11T10:25:00.007-06:00

Just look at the photo above. Doesn't, 'He did it,' pretty much say it all?!?

Chloe, so quick to point the finger of blame.

But what you don't know is that Chloe was the one who got out the box of Cheerios and brought them into Gabe and Cooper's room where she knows she isn't suppose to have food. Chloe is the one who had just asked mom if she could have another snack {what would have been her fourth snack by 9:30 a.m.} and mom had just declined. And Chloe is the one who then proceeded to sneak upstairs, get into the cabinets, get out the Cheerios and escape to Gabe and Cooper's room to eat in hiding.

But to Chloe's dismay, Gavin joined her and foiled her plan. When I came upstairs from the basement looking for where Gavin had run off to, I heard Chloe whispering, "No, Gavin, no! No spilling the Cheerios." I knew I had to grab my camera and be ready for what I was about to see. My four children have given me way too much experience with these incidences to miss out on a photo op!

Oh Chloe, looking so guilty as she says 'uh oh' and covers her mouth...

Gavin, on the other hand, didn't know what the problem was. He was enjoying his Cheerios buffet all over the rug. And afterall, how upset can you get at a boy wearing his 'I {heart} mom' pj's.

And He shall direct my path

2011-01-05T14:00:00.008-06:00

Yesterday my kids ventured back to school after two wonderful weeks of Christmas break.

Two wonderful weeks, filled with lots of game playing...

cookie making...
{in my new kitchen, might I add!}

movie watching...
{Chloe with her new Rapunzel doll excited to go see 'Tangled'}

and Christmas blessings...

...all spent with these four goofy and wonderful kids I am blessed to call mine.

Mine, on loan from God of course. Because as much as they are mine, they are given to me by the Lord, who calls me to raise them up in His ways. To train them to be servants for Him. To ultimately surrender them to Him, for whatever He calls them to do.

How humbling is that! And yet, so reassuring at the same time.

Because I am so not capable of raising these kids up to be servants of Christ. Not on my own, anyway. And even with the help of my wonderful, God-fearing husband, together we are not capable of raising them up in His ways. No, if we tried to go it alone, we would fail miserably. Because how are we to raise them up in His ways without Him.

I've been thinking about how many times I try to do things on my own. I don't mean completely forsaking or denying God and going at it alone. No, I mean the little ways my own selfish desires creep in. How many times do I wake up in the morning and start my morning routine, get the kids breakfast, send them off to school, clean the house, do a little photography work, squeeze in some daily quiet time with the Lord, only to go on to the next task as if I'm crossing God off my to-do list along with everything else that day.

That is NOT God's plan for my life, to have Him be an item I cross off my to-do list. Because it's not about crossing off prayer time or Bible reading everyday. He is not a mere thought that should be given a little attention each day. He is a way of life. It's about living each and every day, all day, for Him.

In theory would I say I do this? Yes. But do I really do this? I mean, really live all day long for Him? I'm sad to say the answer is no. Way too much of me gets in the way instead. What I think I should be filling my time with. What I see as important tasks I need to get done on any given day. What I want to do, not what the Lord would have me be doing, or thinking, or living. Afterall, with my jam-packed, pre-planned schedule, how do I allow room for God to change things up? How do I allow Him room to work and to live in me in everything I do?

So to start this year off right, I am not making a resolution. I'm not much for resolutions. I'm just re-evaluating my life and my offerings to the Lord and realizing that I want more. More of Him and less of me. I want my life to SCREAM Him, with the whisperings of my wants and desires to grow ever quieter in the light of God's will for my life, each and every day.

Less judging others, more loving them. Less frustration with my four kiddos, and more patience for them. Less focus on me, more on others and more on Christ.

More.

And the more prayers I can get from you out there who may desire the same thing in 2011, the better! After all, not only can we not go it alone without Christ's help in all we do, but we also need fellow brothers and sisters to walk beside us, lift us up and keep us accountable. Because we should all desire more for our lives than anything this bleek world can offer. And in turn, our children will desire more too.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3: 5-6

Introducing Charlotte

2010-12-28T23:25:00.013-06:00

A lot has happened since I last posted. Yes, we finished the remodeling of our main level...enough to live in it for Christmas anyway. I will save the 'photo tour' until some more of the finishing touches are completed. But first, I'd like to share with you an addition to our family. No, not a child, although I'm sure my husband would love for that to be the case. And it is about time for another child, according to our two-year addition rate anyway. But I digress. Our new addition is none other than a puppy affectionately named Charlotte by our kiddos...

If you remember, our Saint Bernard Samson passed away this past spring. {If not, you can click on the previous link in blue and read about our Sam.} Was that ever a hard loss. Sam was our baby before we had babies. He was our first 'child' and was always a staple in our family from the time the kids were born, not only making Samson's passing hard for Jason and I, but for the kids too.

Ever since then, the kids had shared from time to time how they would love to have a dog again someday. Not to replace Samson, but to have a new dog to get to know and love. Well, for this dog-lover, the kids didn't have to do too much convincing.

I secretly began researching in late summer. I knew our next dog would be a soft coated wheaten terrier. This breed has all the wonderful personality traits of a Saint Bernard...loyal, good with children, loves to be with the family, playful yet gentle. But none of the physical downfalls...massive drooling and shedding. And when I found puppies in Des Moines that would be available in time for Christmas, Jason and I knew that one of them would be our new pup.

My friend and I, along with Gavin {my only child who can keep a secret because he's too young to tell} traveled to meet the breeder half way and pick up the pup. I was immediately in love and knew the kids would be too. Especially Gabe, our oldest son, who took Sam's passing the hardest and who just loves animals.

After two weeks of 'hiding' our pup, first at my parent's house, then Jason's parent's house, we discovered just how in love Gabe would be. Not that the other kids weren't happy too. It's just Gabe's reaction was over-the-top. See for yourself and watch the video clip of the kids meeting Charlotte for the very first time.

Just a little background information about the video...I took the kids for a drive, while Jason brought Charlotte to our house and got her all ready. He set up the camcorder to capture this first meeting, and are we ever glad he did.

Gabe may not like this video clip much when he's say 16, but right now he thinks it's funny. All the giggling you hear is our seven-year-old son Gabe, not a high-pitched little girl as you may think. 'Giddy as a school girl' pretty much says it all...

The giggling continued long after this short clip ended. Gabe's reaction was priceless. And I think it's safe to say, Charlotte is loved by all four kids...

And I think it's also safe to say that Charlotte's puppy energy is no match for my four kids. They know how to tire a puppy out...

Jib Jab Fun

2010-12-21T01:05:00.003-06:00

It's that time of year again when everyone seems to be posting their Jib Jab creations. I couldn't resist joining in on the fun once again. My kiddos LOVE to watch themselves star in these silly videos over and over {and over} again, laughing hysterically like it's the first time they've watched it every single time. Hilarious. I just had to share this one. Notice Gabe's face, as it really does add so much to the production, ha! Enjoy!

Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab!

Dare Devil

2010-12-13T09:21:00.005-06:00

All of our kids have been climbers. Remember this post from when Chloe was in the climbing stage? Well, Gavin is no exception. It took him a little longer than his siblings to get started, but now he just won't stop. Gavin climbs up on the fireplace hearth, then onto the couch. He climbs up onto the toy box, then onto his sister's bed. And then he climbs up onto the chair, and proceeds to the top of the table. It's a full time job just removing Gavin from the heights he reaches over and over and over again, everyday. Yesterday his climbing got the best of him...

{Doesn't he look like he's thinking, "Mom...no photos please."}

I looked over just as Gavin was gripping the chair he'd climbed onto that was tipping over backwards. I ran to him and watched in what seemed to be slow motion as his chair fell. Before I could reach him, the poor little guy had landed face down onto the floor. I'm not sure if Gavin's face hit the back of the chair, the floor, or both, but it sure hit hard! And we have tile floors...ouch!

It's amazing how these accidents always happen when Jason is gone and I'm left to try to remain calm for the other kids while tending to the accident victim. I'm not sure I did a great job of remaining calm this time, since Chloe was running around the house yelling, "Oh no! I don't want Gavin to die!" and Cooper was bringing me the phone to dial, "the police and the hospital guys to come help!" Yes, I think the swollen spot in the center of Gavin's eyes and his uncharacteristic screaming fit for ten minutes got the best of me. I feel so bad when I look at his happy and very swollen little face. It really does only take a few seconds for a toddler to get themselves into trouble.

Yet Gavin continues to smile. I think he could win an award for happiest baby. We are always getting asked, "Is he always this happy?" The answer is, 'YES!' Even with a head injury...

Regardless, the head injury isn't all bad. Gavin is being nursed back to health by his sister. Chloe has been so sweet to Gavin, bringing him his cup or some snacks, making sure he's entertained and comfortable. And I think he might be liking it just a bit...

{I just love this photo because this is so authentic of Chloe & Gavin. Chloe, attempting to hold her hair out of her face, and Gavin smiling with food in his hands. What a pair!}

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow!

2010-12-04T12:24:00.004-06:00

We awoke this Saturday morning to the season's first accumulation of snow. The kids and I have been anticipating it for weeks, and it was a welcomed sight to gaze out the window this morning at our white lawn and neighboring fields. Whether you like snow or not, and obviously The Sanders Family does, it's hard to mistake it's beauty. And then there's the excitement it brings as kids pile on the snow gear and have a ball outside!

Here's a few shots of the kiddos outside today. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

So much girlfriends

2010-12-03T13:16:00.007-06:00

Cooper is home sick today with an ear infection. But that hasn't stopped the laughs around here.

I overheard Chloe {age three} say to big brother Cooper {age five}, "I'm gonna be your girlfriend, ok Cooper?" Cooper responds, "No Chloe, that's gross. You can't be my girlfriend if you're my sister. Mom! Tell Chloe she can't be my girlfriend cause she's my sister."

Me: "Chloe, you can't be Cooper's girlfriend because you're his sister."

A few minutes later, Chloe and Cooper are still debating about it. Cooper then says, "Geez. What is it with me anyway. Every girl tells me she wants to be my girlfriend. This girl and that girl, every girl! Even boys want to be my girlfriend! {Oh my!} I have so much girlfriends, I'm going crazy!"

I then say to Cooper, "I wonder why all the girls want to be your girlfriend?"

Cooper, blushing, says "Well mom, I think it has something to do with the fact that I'm so awesome. That's what *Jane {*name changed to protect her identity* ha!} says anyway."

See what I mean? With all these kids, the laughter never ends around here.

Family Photos - November 2010

2010-12-02T15:01:00.007-06:00

I have been booked solid this past fall with photo shoots every week. I was averaging four photo shoots a week, and that's coming from this so-called 'part-time' photographer! When you consider four days of shooting, and all the editing that comes after those sessions, I was definitely much more than a part timer the past two months! Just check out my photography blog and you'll see why this blog has been neglected!

Anyway, because of the busy schedule, I actually booked a session for my own family to get photos for this year's Christmas cards. I knew that if it wasn't on my calendar, I'd put it off until it was too late. So, a few weeks back, before this bitter cold hit, Jason and I gathered up our kiddos, headed to our field, and took some photos. Gabe took this one of us...

Then I took one of each of the kids...

And finally I set up the timer and took some of the whole family. It's always hilarious when the timer is set up. Boy, how I need a remote timer. Instead, I run back and forth between the family and the tripod trying over and over again to get just one photo where everyone is looking. Here's one of the better ones, which you'll notice on the header above. {Yes, I know! A new blog post AND a new 'look' for the blog! I'm on a roll today!}

For the above family photo, I actually had Gabe run back and forth between the camera to press the timer button each time. I tried once, but it wasn't very easy piling kids on top of me every time I returned. I'm sure I have some outtakes of that...I'll have to search the originals! ha!

I am saving the family photo I used for the Christmas cards for later, when I actually get the cards addressed and mailed out. Not to say the photo I chose to use for the cards is better than the above photo...just different. But after the cards are mailed out, I'll post THE family card photo and the actual card design. For now, enjoy this last one of the kids...

I hope your Christmas season is starting off Merry & Bright!

Minted

2010-11-17T12:25:00.003-06:00

I've worked with minted on some projects in the past. Check them out here: http://www.minted.com/. They have some of the best designs out there. And the neatest facet of their business is that they are constantly looking for designers to showcase on their site. Amongst their card and stationary designs, they have chosen designers from around the country to be represented. What a neat opportunity for freelancers like me!

This holiday season, I was humbled when Minted chose to showcase some of my photography in their Christmas card designs. So, go to the above website, search through the holiday cards, and see if you recognize any familiar faces. You should be able to find not only all of my kiddos, but also our whole family represented amongst the many seasons greetings.

Ok...here's just one example...

But go to the minted site for many more!

So in conclusion, Merry Christmas from the 'Burke' Family...And no, we haven't changed our last name ;)

Re-Elected Again!

2010-11-08T23:46:00.004-06:00

For the past several months, we have been campaigning. In case you've missed it thus far on the blog, my husband is a county supervisor which is an elected public office. {Some states call them commissioners instead of supervisors, if that helps you out-of-state blog followers.} He first ran for office back in 2003 and successfully won against the then democratic incumbent. Jason was only 24 years old when he was first elected into office, becoming the youngest supervisor ever elected.

After a four year term, Jason ran for re-election. Jason again faced the same man he had beat four years prior, who this time ran as an independent. And there was also a democratic challenger, making it a three-way race. Jason won handily.

When it came time to decide whether to run for re-election once again, Jason struggled with it. I told him I would support him in whatever he decided to do. After much prayer and prodding from county constituents, Jason did decide to run again. This was after the county convention had already taken place, which meant that Jason needed to be added onto the ballet via a write-in campaign due to the fact that he hadn't decided by the deadline to turn in declaration papers. Long story short, Jason successfully won a write-in campaign, only to face...you guessed it...the same man he had beaten four years prior, and four years prior to that! Well, the third time wasn't a charm for that man, because Jason once again is our county supervisor winning by over 60 percent of the votes!

We are so very blessed to have so many people willing to support Jason, not only with votes, but with hard work helping to getting him elected by putting up yard signs, walking in numerous parades, handing out literature door to door, etc. So a BIG 'thank-you' goes out to our family, friends and neighbors who helped us get elected. Jason does not take the position lightly, and truly strives to do what is best for our county to continue to have it be a place we're proud to call home.

Nevertheless, we are glad to have campaigning and another election behind us, and the kids are proud to say their dad won! Gabe's response: "I knew Dad would get it. He's the best! Why wouldn't he win!?!" Nothing sweeter than a son proud of his father...well, except four kiddos proud of their father of course!

Four more years!!!

Halloween 2010

2010-11-03T22:12:00.007-05:00

I am so behind on my blogging. So much to share, so little time. And since time remains lacking for me these days, I will make this a 'few-words, many-photos' post of my trick-or-treaters. I think the photos speak for themselves.

So without further ado, here is my little pumpkin...

my fairy princess...

my Batman...

and last, but not least, my cowboy...

Oh how I love this crew of kiddos!

Really, I look at these photos and my heart bursts with joy. And with overwhelming humility that the Lord would bless Jason and I with such a great bunch of beautiful kids. Blessed, indeed.

Vacation continued...Washington D.C. {Photo Overload Ahead!}

2010-10-21T09:38:00.007-05:00

This will be the final post on our family vacation, I promise! And since this is the last post and I have many, many photos to share, let this be your warning that there are a lot of photos ahead. So many memories from the Washington D.C. portion of our trip, so much history. What a neat place to take elementary school kids who are learning about our country in school. We'll definitely be venturing back when all the kids can appreciate it. It was all a little over Chloe and Gavin's heads.

Anyway, enjoy!

The Air & Space Museum was a favorite, of course...

As was the Museum of Natural History. How could dinosaurs not be a hit with kids, right...

Gabe enjoyed posing with a scared look in front of the dinos...

And Chloe was happy to join in as well...

The four kids in front of the Lincoln Memorial...

And looking out across the mall with the Washington Monument in view...

Freedom is not Free, so true...

Future President, perhaps...

Our whole crew in front of the White House...

Just the girls...

Jason and the kids in front of Georgetown Cupcake, the focus of the TLC show, DC Cupcakes. There was a line around the corner waiting to get inside to buy cupcakes, so needless to say we just got a few photos and didn't actually get a taste of the goods inside the store.

I love this snapshot of Chloe with her head on Cooper's shoulder. So sweet...

And Chloe, posing against a Georgetown building...

What a wonderful vacation we had! And that's how memories are made.

Fear of tight spaces...?

2010-10-14T17:11:00.004-05:00

I think not. Actually, Gavin seems to rather enjoy tight spaces. I can't keep him out of them...

Especially when there's food to be found in those tight spaces...

I don't think he quite gets that he's in trouble. He seems rather pleased with himself...

Too cute to get too upset at, right?!?

Vacation continued...Philadelphia

2010-10-09T12:20:00.005-05:00

As promised, here are some more photos from our summer road trip. These are from our day in Philadelphia. The kids were troopers. Yes, they had their moments as overtired kids do, but overall it was a great day in Philly!

That city has so much history. So amazing to think that we stood in various places where our forefathers stood. Where they pledged to lead our nation under God. So sad to see how far our country has strayed from that original Godly vision of government. But I digress.

On to the photos...

The Liberty Bell

The clock tower from the Franklin Institute Museum. Our kids recognized it from the movie 'National Treasure,' so they were excited!

Jason and the kids running up the famous Rocky steps. The kids had no idea why they were doing this as they of course haven't seen Rocky, but they were happy to humor us anyway...

hmmm...what can I say about this photo? Yes, that is a man with his shirt off. Yes, the other man is in fact bouncing a basketball in the fountain...

Chloe having one of those 'moments' I was talking about...

The city of brotherly love...

Which original Philadelphia cheese steak joint is the best? Geno's Steaks...

Or Pat's Steaks...

The two establishments are a mere block apart and both claim the title of 'best' cheese steak restaurant. Jason's verdit...

They're both pretty tasty...

I think it was a tie!

And here's us saying goodbye to Philadelphia through the smog. Hope to see you again someday!

B&W Wednesday: Cooper Rocks!

2010-10-06T10:52:00.007-05:00

I recently posted about a commercial shoot on the business blog for a new clothing line exclusively for boys titled, 'Boys Rock.' I just had to share a couple of images of my Cooper modeling the clothes because he's just too cute not to share. For more from this shoot, check out my photography business blog by clicking here. Thanks for visiting! Check out the other black & white entries over at The Long Road to China!

More from our summer vacation...

2010-10-04T18:51:00.008-05:00

Well, when I posted about our summer family vacation two weeks ago and mentioned I'd have more photos of our vacation later in the week, I guess I didn't follow through with that intention too well. Now it's two weeks later and I have yet another vacation to post about: our ten-year anniversary trip to the Caribbean, sans kids! But before I post about that trip, I should post some more about our earlier adventure.

We had so much fun on our summer road trip. We went to the Poconos Mountains in Pennsylvania, to Philadelphia, and then on to Washington D.C. What a trip!

I'm short on time today....so much to do...so I'll be short on words too and get to the photos.

Here's a few from the Poconos leg of our vacation, where we did a lot of hiking.

Gabe's idea to pose by the sign...'which way'...

Gavin loved the hiking backpack. We've gotten a lot of use out of it with our four kiddos...

Our family, taken with the timer. Can you believe we're all looking?!? A miracle!

Brothers & friends...

Chloe Faith...

There was some absolutely beautiful scenery to enjoy on our hikes. I think that's why we love hiking so much. It gives us a chance to get away from it all and just enjoy each other in the precence of God's handiwork. "The heavens declare the glory of God. The skies proclaim the work of His hands." Psalm 19:1.

I love the sun peering through the tree in this shot...

As much as Gavin enjoyed his ride in the hiking backpack, he's also always eager to get out and explore...

Which can make getting a photo of Gavin and the other three kids a bit tricky. Getting all their attention at once is tricky...

As is keeping busy Gavin in the shot...

Which sometimes requires a little help from big brother...

And Dad, who hops into the shot to help keep the kids attention. And apparently, to be IN the shot himself. I'm thinking of framing this one, because I can't look at it without laughing. Awww, the memories...

Finally, after many takes, we get the one!

More photos to come soon....!

Black & White Wednesday: 2010 Summer Family Vacation

2010-09-22T00:00:00.002-05:00

Remember me my fellow black & white Wednesday participants? What? You don't? Well, that could have something to do with the fact that I haven't participated in black & white Wednesday over at Lisa's blog for months and months. And you know what? I've missed it!

Much the same way that I've been slacking on black & white Wednesday posts, I've also been a slacker in posting anything from our August summer family vacation. So I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone and post some black & white photos from our recent trip! A busy girl like me has to find shortcuts anyway I can!

On vacation, my husband and I took our four kiddos to the Poconos, then to Philadelphia, and finally to Washington D.C. It was a great time, too short as many vacations seem to be. But many memories {and photos} were made.

Here's just a few in black and white. I'll try to post a few more from vacation later this week!

I love this photo of my husband with our four kids, taken while on a hike in the Poconos...

And here's Gavin exploring life outside his hiking backpack...

Another one taken while on a hike. We are a hiking family, what can I say! I love vintage-looking B&W's like this one...

And here is a shot from Washington D.C. The kids are sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, looking out onto the Washington Monument...

Chloe in the big city...

And one last shot, of Chloe and me...

Thanks for visiting! To check out more black & white photography, visit The Long Road to China.

Another one bites the dust...

2010-09-21T17:57:00.003-05:00

...Another tooth, that is. Gabe came home from school today missing his front tooth. I don't think he's ever looked cuter...

My seven-year-old keeps growing up, whether I like it or not.

Chloe modeling Huggalugs

2010-09-11T18:06:00.006-05:00

I have some exciting news and had to share! I just got word that Huggalugs, which makes the cutest leg and arm warmers for little ones, plans to use images of Chloe for their national marketing campaign. For more information on the photo shoot that we recently did for Huggalugs, check out my photo blog: Sanders Photography And Design Blog.

Chloe goes to preschool

2010-09-07T09:34:00.007-05:00

After months and months of anticipation {on Chloe's part, not on mine most days} Chloe finally went to her first day of preschool today!

She was actually prepared to go last night.

As I gave her a bath before bedtime, I told Chloe that we needed to get her school stuff ready as a means to coax her out of the tub. She loves bath time, and sometimes needs incentive to call it quits. Well, my coaxing strategy backfired. Although it did work to get Chloe out of that bathtub in seconds flat, it also made her think that she was going to school...right now. After getting her supplies and backpack ready, it was time to get school clothes laid out for the morning. But instead, Chloe wanted to put them on, insisting that school was starting any minute. "My backpack is ready mom, now get me ready. Pleeeaaaassse!" Yes, backfire big time. Smart one mom.

Thankfully, it only took me a little while to settle Chloe down, distract her with two bedtime stories instead of the usual one, and she was soon fast asleep.

Fast forward to this morning. Chloe slept in. Isn't it funny how kids always sleep in on days you don't want them to, and never sleep in on the days you wish they would?

So, we scurried around getting Chloe dressed, hair done, breakfast eaten, and after a few photos, it was time to head to school.

I actually think that Chloe sleeping late this morning was God's blessing to me, because being hurried to get her to school took my mind off of the fact that she's going to preschool. She's not a baby anymore, but instead a big girl. She's a preschooler.

We took all the standard photos. Photos of the big preschooler all dressed and ready for school...

of the backpack, complete with her name...

a photo in front of the {very sunny} school sign...

And by the school building...

photos of Chloe at her locker...

and at her desk...

photos of Chloe learning the morning routine from her teacher...

Needless to say, Chloe was ecstatic to finally be at school, with the big kids.

There was one very teary little boy, crying for his mom and not wanting her to leave. Chloe asked me, "What's wrong with that little boy, mommy?" I explained that some kids actually miss their parents while they're away at school. That this little boy may be a bit scared to be at school. Chloe responded, very matter-of-fact, "But, it's fun mom! School is so very, very fun! And he'll see his mommy later."

And in a way, her impromptu speech about that little boy can be applied to this mom, as I type away at the keyboard, tears welling up in my eyes. School is fun, and I'll see my happy, confident, outgoing, fearless little girl later. And she'll be just fine.

But I will still miss her, and I still feel that she's turned three in the blink of an eye. Time goes by so very fast, and I continue to pray that the Lord will continue to impart on my heart the desire and longing to cherish every moment. For before you know it, your baby isn't a baby anymore. She's a preschooler...

Chloe is a Fashion Friend!

2010-09-04T21:58:00.009-05:00

Many of my family and friends already know that Chloe has been modeling for the past few months.

Through my photography business and my beautiful little girl, we have been given the unique opportunity to model {Chloe} and photograph {me} clothing items of various types. In exchange for the photographs, Chloe either gets to keep the clothing or accessories, which she {and mom} love {!} or we get compensated for the photographs, which are then used by the businesses for advertising. It has been such a fun adventure thus far, getting sweaters or leg warmers or beautiful, one-of-a-kind boutique fashions in the mail for Chloe to play dress up and me to take fun photos of! But recently, we've stepped up to the next level.

There is a new business venture called "Fashion Friends." Fashion Friends is a fun-loving group of seven close friends with fun fashion names: Rose Ruffles, Faith Flowers, Annie Argyle, Priscilla Pettiskirt, Patti Polkadots, Liz Leopard and Maggie Mod...

Fashion Friends will include a series of books, games, cartoons, fashion dolls and a clothing line, for both the dolls and for the little girls who play with them. I have been in contact with the creator of Fashion Friends, Gretchen, who is a conservative Christian woman who loves fashion as much {or maybe even a bit more} than me. Along with her husband, Jeff, the two have such a neat mission for Fashion Friends outlined on their website: "The goal of this project is to create wholesome entertainment for girls that is inspiring and fun." To learn more about Fashion Friends, visit www.fashionfriendsclub.com.

Now that you've been introduced to Fashion Friends, I can happily announce why I'm taking so much time to write about it...

Chloe has been chosen to represent "Faith Flowers" in the Fashion Friends advertising campaign!!!

There was a model search for a little girl with dark blonde/lt brown hair {with a reddish tint,} light skin, and deep blue eyes to represent "Faith Flowers." Chloe's photos were considered and, as the congratulatory letter says, "After careful consideration and lengthy deliberation, we have chosen Chloe to represent and be the "face" of Faith Flowers for our new clothing line." The letter came complete with this cute side-by-side photo of Chloe and Faith Flowers...

And can I just add, Chloe's middle name just happens to be 'Faith' so it really is meant to be!

Needless to say, we are excited to learn what all of this will entail. The next step is a photo shoot of Chloe with the Faith Flowers doll, both wearing matching outfits, after which the photos will be used in the Fashion Friends advertising campaign. I have always thought Chloe looked just like a doll, but so neat to think that she really does look like a certain real-life doll soon to be made!

I believe the company has cast three out of the seven girls to represent the Fashion Friends, and are looking to complete casting decisions within the next month. Then the fun will begin! I will keep you all up to date on Chloe's Fashion Friends adventure, but for now, leave you with a few photos of my little Fashion Friend...

The New Playmates

2010-08-25T21:32:00.019-05:00

Since Gabe and Cooper have both gone back to school {I should say, Gabe has gone back to school and Cooper has entered the world of full-day kindergarten,} the dynamics have changed a bit around here.

During the summer, Chloe would tag along with her older brothers, and they were {usually} pretty good about including her. But with them now in school, Chloe has been left to find other forms of entertainment...

Enter Gavin.

Poor, poor Gavin.

Certainly not the first boy with a sister to adorn all things girly, but definitely a new development in our household.

You see, Chloe has always been a bit oblivious to her younger brother Gavin. When he was born a year ago, I expected Chloe to either absolutely love him, or absolutely wish we could just leave him at the hospital. But instead, she was indifferent. It was as if he had always been in the family, and it made no difference to Chloe. Her world still turned as it always had. But the past few days, Chloe has started to pay quite a bit of attention to Gavin.

Maybe it's the fact that he's finally at the beginning stages of walking, and he's becoming more interactive. Or maybe, he's her last-resort playmate. Either way, Gavin is loving it, and Chloe is too.

I've found Gavin in some places I know he couldn't have managed to get into by himself, like in his new toy wagon...

And here...

...where I'm fairly certain Gavin did not position himself between the pig twins on Chloe's bed or choose to wear Chloe's very girly pink hat, again a victim to his sister's fashion stylings.

Chloe has also been taking advantage of her captive {literally} audience by singing to Gavin, which causes him to do this every time...

And I mean, every time. Chloe had her 3 year check-up for preschool the other day. The doctor asked her to sing her ABC's, and as soon as the singing kicked in, Gavin's hands went right over those ears. Hilarious.

Quite hilarious, really. But Chloe just keeps singing, and Gavin just keeps covering his ears. That is, until the singing just becomes too much, leading to this...

What can I say, except that life with only two of my four is still just as interesting as always around the Sanders household.

Yet in addition to the 'torture'... er, I mean 'play'... that Chloe subjects Gavin to, she can also be an extremely sweet and kind big sister. The other day, I took them outside to get a few photos. Gavin was crying about the cat running away {he loves the cat} so Chloe jumped right in to console him...

And he proceeded to pull her hat over her face...

At which, they both broke out in hysterical laughter...

Oh, the love of siblings.

Now what is going to happen when Chloe heads off to preschool in a few weeks?

Well, Gavin will get a break two mornings a week. But somehow, I think he may miss her a bit...

'Yeah-where'

2010-08-20T09:07:00.004-05:00

{Click on the collage to view it larger. Just do it!}

Chloe has such a fun spirit. And at the tender age of three, I've found her sense of humor has really started to develop. She's always looking to get a laugh out of someone.

Yesterday I was editing photos, trying to get caught up from being on vacation. She came over to me at the computer and asked, "Mom, where are we going today?"

This is a common question from Chloe, as she's always ready to tackle the day and go somewhere.

I answered, "Mommy has to edit photos today. Sorry, Chloe, but we are going nowhere."

First a frustrated look came across her little face. Then, as I waited for a meltdown from my little girl who did not like my answer, I instead saw a little smirk develop across her lips and a gleam in her eye.

She then replied, "No, Mom. Don't you remember? We're going 'yeah-where!"

Clever! Not 'no-where' but 'yeah-where!"

As I broke out in laughter, so did she. I can always count on Chloe for a break from my work, and a happy heart! Oh, how I love the age of three :)

First Day of Kindergarten: Cooper

2010-08-19T18:42:00.005-05:00

The verdict is in: Cooper LOVES kindergarten.

Cooper headed off to his first day of kindergarten today. In our school district, the kindergartners start two days after everyone else, using the first two days for meet & greet conference times with their teacher. Cooper has anticipated this day for a long time. Once we woke the boys up for school, Cooper got dressed and was waiting on the stairs to head outside for the bus in two seconds flat...

Once outside, Gabe proceeded to tell Cooper how he'd watch out for him today and show him the ropes as they watched for the bus to come down the road...

These two brothers have such a great friendship, and it's heartwarming to see it in action on days like today.

I held back the tears as I took a few photos of Cooper by himself. Seeing my big boy through that camera lens as I recounted all the photos of years past in my mind was almost too much for this mom

And as the bus pulled up and I watched my two big boys board it for a full day of school, the tears let loose...

I kept myself busy today playing catch up with my photography business and of course, watching Chloe and Gavin, all while anxiously awaiting the boys' return. Cooper arrived home with a big smile on his face and many stories to share. Stories of riding the school bus and eating lunch, of playing on the playground and finding his locker. But inter-weaved in all the stories was his brother Gabe, who really stepped up to the plate today and took care of his little brother. Gabe took account of where Cooper was sitting during lunch and made sure to give him advice on emptying his lunch tray. Gabe played with him at recess, helping him climb those big monkey bars. And he sat with him on the school bus until Cooper's friend, Grayce, boarded the bus, then scooting over to make room for her. I was so proud of them both as I heard them share stories of the day. It's so rewarding to see that these aren't merely two brothers raised in the same house, but two great friends.

I took one final photo of Cooper after school today. Doesn't he look exhausted!

I asked Cooper what the meaning of the number on his shirt was. He replied that it was so he didn't forget his bus number. When I asked him what his bus number was, Coop said, 'Ummm. Whatever bus Gabe got on.' I guess that's the most important thing ;)

First Day of Second Grade

2010-08-17T16:44:00.006-05:00

It's that time of year again. The time of year when kids sport new shoes adorned with dewy grass as they wait for the school bus to arrive...

When boys and girls arm themselves with new backpacks, or in our case, the same backpack Gabe has had for the last four years...

{Click here for the best backpacks ever. Gabe has worn his through two years of preschool, kindergarten and first grade, and it's still like new!}

And it's the time of year when all of those bittersweet feelings overwhelm {sensitive} moms like me. The feelings of excitement for a new year and happiness that my son is so very confident and capable to handle the year ahead of him. And the feelings of sadness, the creeping loss of a son who is another year older, another year wiser, more independent, and less in need of his mom.

But although I battle these bittersweet feelings at the start of every school year, I know that by giving my son over to the Lord, He is in charge. He knows best, He will guide us and take care of us, and give us all the tools we need to handle anything this school year will bring our way. And He has given me a son who is independent and confident, but at the same time a son who gives his mom a hug and reminds me he'll miss me while he's gone....even if it is more to comfort me than it is actually true ;)

I am so thankful for the peace and comfort that only comes from the Lord, and for a son who lets the light of Christ shine through him everyday.

Happy first day of second grade Gabe. May you be blessed, and be a blessing to others this school year.

Gavin's 1 year photos

2010-08-16T21:14:00.010-05:00

I have been a bit absent from blogging. Okay, very absent. With Jason going on a mission trip and leaving me a single mother for 10 days, and with our family then heading to Pennsylvania and Washington D.C. for vacation, I've had little time for the blog. Actually, my business blog has been getting a lot more attention than this family blog. If you aren't already, become a follower here and you'll get a lot more posts from me ;) But I digress.

As I shared in a previous post, my youngest, Gavin, turned one recently. He's growing like a weed and changing everyday. He's still not walking, which is quite a change from my other three kiddos who were all walking well before the age of one. But really I'm not anxious for walking...Gavin gets into enough trouble just crawling around the house! And with him being the fourth, I'm savoring the baby stage before walking begins.

I think it's about time I posted some more photos celebrating Gavin's one year milestone. We haven't officially had his party yet. I was all ready and decorated for it, cake & all, but then the poor guy came down with a fever. The two-tier cake went into the freezer for the rescheduled party, but I did manage to get a few photos of him with his cake anyway. And we had a photo shoot a few days prior to his scheduled party as well. Here's a few of the images celebrating Gavin's one year birthday! Okay, not a few...try, a bunch! If you are friends with me on facebook, then you've probably already seen most of these. But he's so cute, I don't think you'll mind looking at them again, right?!? Still can't believe my baby is one.

Gavin is One!

2010-07-31T09:38:00.009-05:00

One year. Has it really been a whole year since Gavin Jace was born? As much as it seems it can't be, it was in fact one year ago today that my youngest made his way into the world. {Click here for Gavin's first ever blog appearance.} What a blessing it has been to have Gavin as a part of our family.

He was such a good baby from the start. And now, I guess I have to say he's a good toddler {cringe!} I hate to say goodbye to my baby, but as I look at Gavin now, I see a big boy. One who is on the verge of taking his first steps solo. One who says mama, dada, bye bye, hi. One who smiles non stop and attempts to sing Little Mermaid songs right along with his big sister. One who squeals with excitement as his brothers chase him on all fours through the house. One who fits into our family so seamlessly, as though he has always been here. And one who brings more joy into our lives than I could have ever imagined. One look at his ever-smiling face and my heart melts. My sweet Gavin is one today!

Happy birthday baby boy. You are so very loved!

Cherish everyday

2010-07-27T22:04:00.004-05:00

I've been so very busy. Too busy to blog, hence the absence of posts lately. Much busier than I care to be, but continually hoping things will slow down soon.

Between detassling with the youth group, t-ball games, wrestling camp, photo shoots, planning Gavin's one-year birthday party and our upcoming vacation to Washington D.C., vacation bible school and house renovations, it's been a nut house around here. Couple all of that with the fact that I'm flying solo this week while Jason is gone on the youth's annual mission trip, and it's a bit of an understatement to say that I haven't had time to stop and catch my breath.

Until tonight.

Gabe and Cooper are at Grandma & Grandpa's spending the night, while Chloe and Gavin are sleeping away. And the house is silent. Nothing but me and my thoughts. What a rarity. It's nice, but I find myself restless, longing to sit and relax but feeling guilty that I should be doing something. Do you know the feeling, or is it just me? Like if you stop for a moment, everything will pile up on you and you'll drown in to-do's. I hate that feeling. But I feel like I've forgotten how to not be doing something.

Nevertheless, as I recounted the day thinking of how busy it was yet again and recalling all those school supplies I just bought this afternoon, my mind started to rest on thoughts of school starting soon. This is something I really haven't given much thought to for no other reason than the lack of time to think about it. But tonight it all of a sudden became very real to me that this year marks another year of sending another child off to kindergarten.

It was tough with Gabe. I remember being teary and wishing he wasn't getting so big. But I thought it'd be easier as the kids grow, nothing compared to the first time. Not the case. And as I look at how grown up Cooper is getting, I pray once again that the Lord will help me cherish every single minute I have with these kids He has blessed us with. I pray that God will help me to find every little moment I can to put aside anything else going on and just be with the kids. Not to tell them, 'In a minute,' or 'After I finish what I'm working on.' But to just be with them, stop everything and show them that they are always more important than all the to-do's. For in the blink of an eye, they're going off to kindergarten.

Say it isn't so...

Ruffled Feathers

2010-07-20T08:46:00.010-05:00

I was recently able to have a very small part in helping a dear friend, Valerie, with her desire to sew beautiful clothing entirely for the purpose of helping others. This desire is lived out under the name, Ruffled Feathers. Read about it here on Valerie's blog.

This woman of God has such a BIG heart for God's people, especially His little children. It gives me great joy to sit and talk with Valerie about our shared passion for adoption and overall desire for His children to not be abandoned, but to all find the forever homes they long for. And it's so neat to have a little part in her venture to help see this desire become a reality, piece by piece, skirt by skirt and dress by dress, even if my part is only holding a camera and taking a few photos of her wonderful creations. {Believe me, you don't want me trying to sew a skirt or a dress! I can barely sew on a button!} I am blessed to be a part of it all.

Here are some photos of Chloe modeling Valerie's first-ever apron knot dress. Isn't it beautiful...

They way she chose to put together the patterns and fabrics is perfection.

And Chloe definitely felt like a princess wearing this creation. In her own words..."Oh my! It's my Chloe princess flag dress," as she proceeded to dance around the yard.

As you may recall if you are a regular follower of this blog, my husband is running for re-election this year and we are in full campaign mode. {Click here to read more about his campaign.} What's more perfect for Chloe to wear to all those parades than this beautiful, patriotic creation.

Thanks so much Valerie for allowing us to be a small piece of your precious plan to help others. We are blessed.

To order your own beautiful apron dress, or to see other creations Valerie is continuing to add to her inventory, visit Valerie's blog, http://almyfamilyjournal.blogspot.com/.

The Potty Princess

2010-07-16T15:02:00.007-05:00

I have been hesitating writing this post, for fear I'd jinx it. But with almost 3 weeks of no accidents under our belts, I think it's safe to say that Chloe is officially potty trained! {Or if you ask her, she is officially 'The Potty Princess!'}

Whoever said girls are easier to train than boys didn't know Chloe. She had to decide on her own it was time, and nothing I did {or tried to bribe her with, ha!} was going to work. She just decided she wanted to 'be a big girl.'

And are we ever grateful for our big girl. Isn't she cute with her just-like-mommy sunglasses ;) Such a big girl!