Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Be Whatever You Want To Be
This was the mornings conversation with L as we were talking about growing up and jobs.
First she said she wanted to be a mommy which almost brought tears to my eyes (of joy that is). Then she changed her mind. Oh, by the way, she has been saying she wants to be the following profession since she could talk. :)
Me: Lo, you can be anything you want to be when you grow up, astronaut, doctor, teacher, anything.
L: Hmmm I KNOW!!!!!!! I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO BE! !!
Me: What do you want to be?
L: I want to be the garbage man so that I can go to visit the dump EVERYDAY!!
Me: Well, as long as you do it for Jesus!
The kids have recently paid a visit to the dump along with daddy and papa and they LOVED it. :) As you can tell by her reaction. Most people give questioning looks when she says she'd like to be a "garbageman" but in our house, as long as you do it for the Lord, it doesn't matter the profession. Hope you're having a great day!!
First she said she wanted to be a mommy which almost brought tears to my eyes (of joy that is). Then she changed her mind. Oh, by the way, she has been saying she wants to be the following profession since she could talk. :)
Me: Lo, you can be anything you want to be when you grow up, astronaut, doctor, teacher, anything.
L: Hmmm I KNOW!!!!!!! I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO BE! !!
Me: What do you want to be?
L: I want to be the garbage man so that I can go to visit the dump EVERYDAY!!
Me: Well, as long as you do it for Jesus!
The kids have recently paid a visit to the dump along with daddy and papa and they LOVED it. :) As you can tell by her reaction. Most people give questioning looks when she says she'd like to be a "garbageman" but in our house, as long as you do it for the Lord, it doesn't matter the profession. Hope you're having a great day!!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Soaking it all in
I don't listen to country music much, but I love the song by Trace Adkins call "You're Gonna Miss This". For those of you who don't know the song here is a link. You can listen and see the words.
I like this song because it is true. I am trying each day to appreciate where I am at in that moment as time goes by so fast. Today Jeff was golfing all morning and I was at home-still in my pjs and crazy hair at 10 am listening to two preschoolers fight with each other while trying to calm my super fussy 3 month old and I remembered this song. One day I will miss that my kids are home, even on days when it is 10 am and I have not been able to brush my teeth. I will probably even miss those teachable moments when playing referee and I know I will miss those times when my baby just wants to be held.
I hope you like the song. My mom reminds me often, especially on the hard days "Krista, you're going to miss this". And as always. . . she is right. :)
I like this song because it is true. I am trying each day to appreciate where I am at in that moment as time goes by so fast. Today Jeff was golfing all morning and I was at home-still in my pjs and crazy hair at 10 am listening to two preschoolers fight with each other while trying to calm my super fussy 3 month old and I remembered this song. One day I will miss that my kids are home, even on days when it is 10 am and I have not been able to brush my teeth. I will probably even miss those teachable moments when playing referee and I know I will miss those times when my baby just wants to be held.
I hope you like the song. My mom reminds me often, especially on the hard days "Krista, you're going to miss this". And as always. . . she is right. :)
Friday, October 9, 2009
A Night Away
I am very excited, but nervous at the same time. Tonight Jeff and I get to go out on our first date since Colin was born (almost 3 months ago). If you are reading this please pray that my little one does well taking the bottle. He is not a fan and I am excited to go but anxious about being away and the crying that might come with feeding time. I am just praying the Lord intervenes and it is not a problem at all. He is with a good friend who is an awesome mommy so I am sure it will be okay.
But I digress. I have come to realize that date nights are SUPER important. My internal dialogue when people said this was always- Do you know how much $ that costs or we are doing fine, or better yet, we have date night every night when we watch our favorite shows together on TV. But I have also discovered that my husbands primary love language is quality time. So spending time together doing activities that we enjoy is very important to him, and I have to admit I do like it even though I get anxious about leaving the baby. Also there is something to be said about getting away from the everyday environment and going out together.
So. . I have a question for you. It was a question I had hear posed on talk radio. The 2 questions were: How long have you been married? And what was the most difficult year or years in your marriage. The host has been married for over 25 years and stated the 7th and a tad bit of the 8th were the most difficult for him. He believes that if you can make it past that point the rest is no picnic, but downhill compared to those years.
Jeff and I will celbrate our 8 year anniversary on the 20th of this month and I have to say that year 6 was a doosey. That was by far the most difficult for me. Now that we are headed into our 8th, the 7th was much more manageable even with adding another child to the mix. so. . .I pose these to questions to my readers: How long have you been married and what were your most difficult years? If you are in your hard years I pray the Lord will bless your time and that you will come out an even more amazing couple on the other side of things.
Oh and I am SOOOOO looking forward to my date with my wonderful hubby tonight! :)
But I digress. I have come to realize that date nights are SUPER important. My internal dialogue when people said this was always- Do you know how much $ that costs or we are doing fine, or better yet, we have date night every night when we watch our favorite shows together on TV. But I have also discovered that my husbands primary love language is quality time. So spending time together doing activities that we enjoy is very important to him, and I have to admit I do like it even though I get anxious about leaving the baby. Also there is something to be said about getting away from the everyday environment and going out together.
So. . I have a question for you. It was a question I had hear posed on talk radio. The 2 questions were: How long have you been married? And what was the most difficult year or years in your marriage. The host has been married for over 25 years and stated the 7th and a tad bit of the 8th were the most difficult for him. He believes that if you can make it past that point the rest is no picnic, but downhill compared to those years.
Jeff and I will celbrate our 8 year anniversary on the 20th of this month and I have to say that year 6 was a doosey. That was by far the most difficult for me. Now that we are headed into our 8th, the 7th was much more manageable even with adding another child to the mix. so. . .I pose these to questions to my readers: How long have you been married and what were your most difficult years? If you are in your hard years I pray the Lord will bless your time and that you will come out an even more amazing couple on the other side of things.
Oh and I am SOOOOO looking forward to my date with my wonderful hubby tonight! :)
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Fog Be Gone
Okay. . so I have a million ideas for posting to my blog, but it never gets translated from my mind to the blog. I blame it on the fog.
I wish I had some sort of spray or vacuum or homemade remedy that would lift this fog from me. It is the post baby fog. I am sure there are other types of fogs that people are in, but this is mine for now. I tried for the past three months to deny it saying "no I don't have it this time" and feeling bad for other moms in their fog.
But I got it. It follows me around day and night. And I am sure completely visible to all. Others would call it flaky, forgetful, ignoring, etc. It also probably contains the smell of baby spit up or that I really need to change a nursing pad or even a diaper or two. I know. . gross.
I am not even sure how to explain the fog, but I am sure it is here to stay for a while. I might as well embrace it as it is my last one. However I do get frustrated when I feel that others have felt ignored, that I missed a special occasion, that I completely forgot to send that note, reminder, etc.
So. . to all my wonderful friends and family. I am trying to keep it together, but I am in my fog. (Of which I am trying to escape.) Please just don't take it personally. Maybe I can invent something and sell if for millions because I know I am not the only one that has been in a fog.
I wish I had some sort of spray or vacuum or homemade remedy that would lift this fog from me. It is the post baby fog. I am sure there are other types of fogs that people are in, but this is mine for now. I tried for the past three months to deny it saying "no I don't have it this time" and feeling bad for other moms in their fog.
But I got it. It follows me around day and night. And I am sure completely visible to all. Others would call it flaky, forgetful, ignoring, etc. It also probably contains the smell of baby spit up or that I really need to change a nursing pad or even a diaper or two. I know. . gross.
I am not even sure how to explain the fog, but I am sure it is here to stay for a while. I might as well embrace it as it is my last one. However I do get frustrated when I feel that others have felt ignored, that I missed a special occasion, that I completely forgot to send that note, reminder, etc.
So. . to all my wonderful friends and family. I am trying to keep it together, but I am in my fog. (Of which I am trying to escape.) Please just don't take it personally. Maybe I can invent something and sell if for millions because I know I am not the only one that has been in a fog.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Identity Theft
My heart has been heavy the past couple days.
I have come to find that my identity has been stolen! What!?!? Yes it has, but it not my identity involving my credit cards and SS number. It is who I am in Jesus. How the Lord sees me. Having decided to live a life for God there comes a wonderful identity in that. One that is guilt-free, shame-free, full of love, grace and compassion. One that is full of blessing and abundance. One in which God sees me as the greatest thing ever.
Yet so many times I have lost sight of this. So many times I let the past and other things (even great blessings) control what I think of myself and how I feel about myself. And this then comes out in my everyday living.
What a shame that we allow things to steal our identity. I have also talked with others that have described a lost self. I would say that their identities have been robbed. Oh how I am convicted that if we believe that God loves us and we have fully accepted Jesus as the only way to heaven (and frankly through this life) that God has provided us this new identity in Him, one that is awesome, but one that I have to look in the mirror and embrace everyday.
The equally wonderful part is that He longs to give those who don't know Him the same identity He created them to have. Even amidst unbelieving He believes that we are amazing. He longs to be close to us and love on us. It is like taking someone who we don't know at all, knowing their past and present is something we can't stand, and wanting to share family dinners with them every night and dying to adopt them into our family despite the areas we don't agree. Simply AMAZING!
This has just been where my heart is for days. For the small number of people who read this blog, may you be blessed and revel in your true identity.
I have come to find that my identity has been stolen! What!?!? Yes it has, but it not my identity involving my credit cards and SS number. It is who I am in Jesus. How the Lord sees me. Having decided to live a life for God there comes a wonderful identity in that. One that is guilt-free, shame-free, full of love, grace and compassion. One that is full of blessing and abundance. One in which God sees me as the greatest thing ever.
Yet so many times I have lost sight of this. So many times I let the past and other things (even great blessings) control what I think of myself and how I feel about myself. And this then comes out in my everyday living.
What a shame that we allow things to steal our identity. I have also talked with others that have described a lost self. I would say that their identities have been robbed. Oh how I am convicted that if we believe that God loves us and we have fully accepted Jesus as the only way to heaven (and frankly through this life) that God has provided us this new identity in Him, one that is awesome, but one that I have to look in the mirror and embrace everyday.
The equally wonderful part is that He longs to give those who don't know Him the same identity He created them to have. Even amidst unbelieving He believes that we are amazing. He longs to be close to us and love on us. It is like taking someone who we don't know at all, knowing their past and present is something we can't stand, and wanting to share family dinners with them every night and dying to adopt them into our family despite the areas we don't agree. Simply AMAZING!
This has just been where my heart is for days. For the small number of people who read this blog, may you be blessed and revel in your true identity.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
A 4th To Never Forget
So this July 4th, 2009 was the best 4th ever!!! We welcomed Colin Jeffrey Fields into our family at 9:16 am. He was 8 lbs 2 oz (yes big), 19.25 inches long, and PERFECT!!
Below are some pictures of him and the kids and our time together, but first I will give you some (not the details of course) info from our labor, as I love labor stories.
I went into labor at about 145 am on the 4th. A while after that we called our good friends Scott and Janelle and Janelle came over to be with the kids and we called the parents to come from Phoenix. We ended up at the hospital around 330-345 and walked around for a long time. Then the labor progressed fast and with the help of the most AWESOME husband and labor coach Colin was born without complication. And like I said PERFECT. It is always hard to believe that there is that much room in our hearts for that much love, but it is all there. The flood of emotions and love for this baby are as incredible as ever.
Both the kids love Colin and call him "sweetie" and like to hold his hand and kiss his head. Although they do sometimes put their hands over their ears when he cries, they really do not like to see him unhappy. And despite a few tantrums, pushing some limits and outbursts, they are adjusting well too.
I will try to keep you updated when I have a free minute. :) HA!
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