Lately I've been intrigued by the idea of charisms, but I think figuring out a charism is like...scratching a back. You just can't do your own. Or at least I can't do mine. But I can do my husband's, oh yes I can. And do you know what his charism is? Finding neat dishes at thrift stores.
I could take 30 pictures of the cool stuff he's found for $0.99. Hey, I probably should have done that. But I didn't. Surprise! I just took one. Lucky you.
If I had to choose one item that perfectly encapsulates my decorating style and color-love, it would be this little pitcher. So love. Much cuteness.
I've never shared this many belly photos with any previous baby, but I just feel so celebratory to have this sweet boy that I feel compelled to commemorate every week. Jessica talked the other day about belly pics and sensitivity to our sisters struggling with infertility and it was so heartfelt and beautiful to hear the compassion in her words. I loved reading it. And I think this is another great example of how the Holy Spirit works differently through each of us. We are all coming together from very different places, seeing life through our unique experiences, and then sharing what we've learned in the best way we can manage. Right now for her it's to not overshare the belly bumps and for me it is embracing the oversharing of the belly for the first time. I love that no matter where we are or what we need in this journey, God can use us and speak to us as long as we are willing to do and listen.
Okay, I don't have my own photo for this, but wow, this is so funny and the perfect start to your weekend.
The other night I was up way too late thinking of ways I could best exceed my recommended daily caloric intake when I saw the Pioneer Woman tweet a link to her queso fundido recipe. Shame on her! Because of course I had to make it as best I could at 11 p.m. and I'm pretty sure I passed out at one point from deliciousness overload.
I was so obsessed that the next morning I made a modified version for breakfast and we were all enamored. Try it. Love it.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, that's probably why I've already gained 30 lbs. At 24 weeks pregnant. With ONE baby. Good times, friends. Good times.
When you have big kids around, the things your babies learn to say are...different...than what your eldest kids said at that age.
Which is why Mary can say "Butt sooooooooo stinky!" but not "I want more." She'll be well served by this her entire life, I'm sure.
And to conclude, sans segue of any sort, last Saturday our chemist friend offered to give the big kids a lip balm formulating seminar. You guys, there was a LOT of math. The perfect kind of math for 6th and 7th graders (finding percentages of decimals and comparing the ratios of one formula with another) especially. And no one minded because they were making their very own vanilla peach/spearmint/delicious flavor of your choice lip balm. Hello! Girly bliss!
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Happy weekend, peeps.