Shark mama.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Liam, at age 5, could fill books with his insightful, creative, often deeply meaningful thoughts. I know... I'm not biased at all. ;) We are entering a new season with him that's less constant discipline, more conversation. He's a voracious new reader with an impressive memory and he teaches me something new every day.

The other day, we'd had a difficult afternoon where nothing seemed to be going smoothly. My tone had been sharp, my fuse short, and everything Liam and Lanie did just felt like an affront to my sanity. I'd left the room to take a deep breath, pray, and ready myself to mediate the next battle.

When I came out, I sat Liam down and assured him that even on the difficult days, being a mom is still the very best job in the world. 

Me: Do you understand that, Buddy? I want you to know you are never a burden.

Liam: I think I know what you mean, Mama. You don't want to be a hammerhead shark.

Me: A hammerhead shark? 

Liam: When hammerhead sharks have pups, they leave them right away and they don't protect them. The pups have to swim in different water by themselves and hunt for their own food. So you wouldn't want to be a hammerhead shark. But I knew that already, Mama. 

Jesus Storybook Bible

Thursday, December 14, 2017

If you're a mom of little ones, you probably have the Jesus Storybook Bible (or have at least heard of it), but it's our very favorite children's Bible and it's on sale for $3.94 today on Amazon, so I thought I'd let you know.

It's the Bible I love to read each day with my kids because 1) they get it, 2) the illustrations are beautiful and creative, and 3) the connections made from the Old Testament promises to their fulfillment in Jesus make me cry almost every time. Who knows how long this deal will last, so I wanted to pass it along!

My favorite kind of before and after.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Left: July 2015
Right: December 2017

We're celebrating half a year with Brooks Wilder under our roof, and it's hard to imagine life before him. Putting photos side-by-side, though, makes it real. He was just a dream and now he's here, woven into every precious moment of our family. 

We couldn't have believed how much Liam and Lanie adore him. We affectionately call them "the fruit flies" because the moment Brooks enters the room, they swarm to him and won't leave him alone until they've smothered every surface of his chubby cheeks. The mornings are especially intense with Brooksie love, so I've started setting a timer for each child to get one-on-one time with him. Who wouldn't want to keep all that joyful squish all to themselves? I don't blame them for a second.

Liam & Lanie's favorite art supplies.

Monday, December 11, 2017

It's no secret that our family is crazy about art. First thing out of bed most mornings, Liam and Lanie are begging for an art project. Their supplies are kept within easy reach - the messier ones near our dining room table where they are supervised (i.e. paints), and the more tame supplies (like crayons and colored pencils) downstairs. We make art every day, and perhaps that makes me sound like supermom, but it really shouldn't. Because art is so important in my own life, it's actually life-giving to pull out the paints and clay and other supplies and watch my kids create - and join in when I can. Kids are innately creative. They need so little prompting before they wander down new paths and create on their own.

With that said, we've gone through so many art supplies. My kids have way more art supplies than they have toys, so we've tested quite a few products. I've found over time that they are more apt to want to make art with good quality supplies, so I wanted to share a few of our favorites - all found on Amazon - in case you'd like to stock up! Many of these would make perfect stocking stuffers. Or an art basket with several supplies would be dreamy for a larger gift. Just click on the supply names to take you to the link.

Watercolor pan set - Vibrant, long-lasting colors and little mess. If you have a Michael's nearby, you can use a coupon to grab these for cheaper.

Tempera paint cakes - Washable, mixable, also very long-lasting.

Paint pad - I've used this for my own watercolor with great results.

Modeling clay - We love Play Doh too, but this doesn't dry out.

Liquid watercolors - Perfect for lots of STEAM projects, such as the ones found here.

Plastic art trays for containing the mess. Perhaps our best investment (and such a happy color)!

Clear contact paper for creating "stained glass" or other projects like these.

Disposable pipettes for sensory process art like this.

Suminagashi marbling kit for marbling paper, like this.

Kwik Stix solid tempera paint - One of my very favorites. It's like paint on a stick - the colors are vibrant and they dry quickly.

Coffee filters - For painting with liquid watercolors or tie-dying with washable markers and a spray bottle, like this.

Paint brushes - A must.

Art Spinner - Perfect for Liam's age, and I love this one because it's self-propelled.

Any supplies you'd like to add? I'd love to know!

A new heart.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

It's an unspoken house rule that we don't mix play dough colors. My kids don't get in trouble if they do, it's just that the type-A side of me would rather have clean colors to work with instead of a mashed up brown blob of dough. Liam agrees. So when I saw him take a tiny piece of green play dough and try to mix it into the yellow, I was surprised and looked on.

His tiny fingers kneaded and pushed and smashed the dough, slowly at first and then furiously. I watched disappointment cloud his eyes when he realized that the green wasn't mixing in. It wasn't going away. He brought the marbled yellow dough to me and said, "Mama, I want it to just be yellow again. I have an idea! What about we add yellow food coloring?"

"Oh, buddy," I said, "That's a good idea, but even that isn't going to take out the green."

But I could read his determined face: he had to try this for himself. I reluctantly pulled out a bowl, the yellow food coloring, a spoon, and his yellow-green wad of play dough. I watched as he mixed with gritted teeth and still saw flecks of green.

"Hey buddy, you know how we talk about sin and that only Jesus can forgive us and make us completely clean?"

"Yeah," he whispered as he continued to knead the dough.

"Look at this perfect yellow play dough. There's a little green in there now... let's act like the green is sin. Maybe you told me a lie, or maybe I talked angrily toward you. A lot of times, instead of running straight to Jesus to ask forgiveness and make us clean again, we try to cover it up. We mash it in and try to hide it. And does that work?"


"And sometimes, we try to make it better by our good works, like adding more yellow. I might be extra nice to you after I've been in a sour mood, or you might do a super helpful thing because you feel bad about lying. And does that make the play dough yellow again? Does that clean up our sin?"


"Here's the thing. Jesus loves us so much that He isn't ok to let us stay in our sin. He doesn't want our hearts looking like muddy play dough. When we ask for His forgiveness, He forgives us and gives us a brand new start: a perfectly yellow piece of play dough. We will mess it up over and over and He will clean up our mess again and again.

"Buddy, I don't ever expect you to keep your play dough - or your heart - completely clean. God's Word tells us that all of us sin and fall short of God's glory. I actually expect you to mess up, to fall down, to make mistakes, to sin. But what I hope is that you'll run to Jesus in repentance. That you'll confess your sin to him and ask for a clean heart. Only He can give you that."

I realized I'd just done a lot of talking, a lot of preaching to myself. That God is so graciously, persistently, faithfully parenting me as I parent my little loves.

After a long silence, Liam's fingers stopped working the dough and he looked up and asked, "So He gives us a new play dough heart, Mama?"

The other day, I had a low moment in the drive thru line at Chick-fil-A. I was running on fumes. I'd had just a few hours of interrupted sleep after a difficult night with Brooks, and my kids were begging for ice cream cones, not cups, that they expected me to hold while driving for the 20-minute trip home. On top of it, my order was wrong. So there I sat, holding up the drive thru line with three crying children in the backseat and my head about to explode. In an effort to appease them, I tossed Lanie's kid's meal toward her carseat where it landed short and tumbled out of her reach, spilling fries all over the floorboard. More crying ensued.

I was not ok. I grumbled to myself, "If I could only have more sleep, I'd be able to cope with this."
"If we only had grandparents in town, I'd get a little break."
"What I need is more help, more money, more rest."

And like a heavy brick that thrust me back in the driver's seat of my minivan, I heard Truth: "What you need is a new heart."

Yes, Lord. A new heart.

Last week, my uncle went to heaven. Uncle Jeffrey was born with a myriad of birth defects and was severely handicapped throughout his life, both physically and mentally. His body was disfigured to the point that his heart was housed on the right side of his chest. He defied many odds in his 55 years, but his limitations were very real.

My mom and uncle flew in and we traveled to his funeral, not knowing who or how many would show up. Because of his severe disabilities, Jeffrey couldn't give back much - and he didn't know anyone outside the walls of his group home.

After arriving at the funeral home, a handful of family members congregated near his casket, talking quietly of his humble accomplishments. A few minutes later, the most beautiful, unexpected thing happened. The back doors of the funeral home swung open and six of Jeffrey's housemates were wheeled in by smiling caregivers, like a royal procession of stately men coming to honor their fallen comrade. These were the guests of honor, dressed in their finest, wheeled in to sit for a moment near the casket of their friend.

Meanwhile, more guests trickled in. Jeffrey's doctors, his nurses, his caregivers who had known him for more than 20 years. An onlooker never would have known of Jeffrey's disabilities when they saw a room packed with people who beamed when they talked about him. You'd think he'd been their best friend, the way they spoke of his quirks, his stubbornness, how cute he looked in the photos that flashed across the slideshow. Accomplishments like seeing and hearing and taking a few steps were celebrated as if he'd earned an Olympic medal.

As I looked around at this upside down kingdom, the tears welled up. The able-bodied and able-minded were celebrating those who were not. The lowest of this earth were being lifted high. What should have been a day tinged with mourning felt so unexpectedly hope-filled.

Ultimately, each one of us celebrated the wholeness that Uncle Jeffrey now experiences. He was given new arms, free from contractures; new legs, unhindered by cerebral palsy. He received a new mind, without the limits he'd always struggled against. Jeffrey even got a new heart, one that didn't beat on the wrong side of his chest. A heart that, even this minute, hears and sees and beholds Jesus in a way I can't even fathom.

And he who sat upon the throne said, "Behold, I make all things new." - Revelation 21:5

This newness, this wholeness, this unwavering hope is not just a promise for Jeffrey who has now experienced the ultimate healing. He has what we, as believers, crave: a new heart, a new spirit - one that is unable to sin because it has been perfected in the presence of God.

So there is a bridge that links the new heart that Jeffrey is experiencing in its fullness to the new heart I can experience in the drive thru line at Chick-fil-A. It's this same God - Redeemer, Restorer, Healer of Hearts - who is there in heaven and is here with us now. When we look to Jesus in our desperation and beg of Him, "Lord, create in me a new heart," it's a prayer He loves to answer. This same God who replaced our hearts of stone with hearts of flesh when we first believed is delighted to create in us new hearts and right spirits within us (Psalm 51:10) when we ask.

Isn't this incredible news, friends? It is for me... in the frustrating moments with my kids, in the midnight hours of exhaustion with a new baby, in the hospital with difficult patients. I hope it is for you, too, wherever life finds you.

Liam's 5th Birthday at Oak Island.

Monday, October 30, 2017

For Liam's 5th birthday, we gave him two options: have a birthday party or go to the beach. He chose wisely. 
We're learning a big lesson, even with three kids: despite sleep deprivation and the monumental task of packing a minivan with three tiny helpers, it's always worth it to take the trip. To get out of our comfort zones and away from our to-do lists for a few days to just celebrate what God has given us in these precious three. We danced in the waves, ate pizza overlooking the ocean, tasted ice cream in Southport, played with Legos, and savored crepes for brunch. And hopefully, we etched sweet memories on our people's hearts. 


You're five! This is such a fun age, buddy. You're inquisitive, always asking questions and exploring. You love playing with magnatiles, doing art projects, creating science experiments, and folding paper airplanes. You're protective, always looking out for Lanie and Brooks. Lanie is your wild counterpart and she needs your watchful eye. It's hard to imagine just how much calamity you've already spared her from. You're responsible, careful to follow rules and do your chores when asked. And you're extremely intelligent, reading at a first grade level and doing addition and subtraction in your head. Sometimes Daddy and I scratch our heads because you think so differently than we do. You have an engineer's brain, while ours are much less mathematical. We love that you challenge us, from a heated chess game to a probing theological question. Our lives are so much richer because of you. Thank you for choosing to be with us on your birthday. It's a privilege we don't take for granted that you'd rather be with your family than anyone else. 

Happy birthday, sweet son. I'm proud of who you are and expectant at who you are becoming: strong, brave, a force of light that pushes back darkness in this world. 

I love you!

Kids DIY: Melted crayon pumpkins.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

I know I'm not the first to share this project and I sure won't be the last... but when you land on an art project that a) requires materials you probably already have and b) is safe enough for even a 2-year-old to do mostly unassisted... well, I couldn't help but share it.

Pumpkin (any shape, size, or color)
Broken crayons
A hair dryer or embossing heat tool
Trash bag (to protect tabletop)
1. Unwrap broken bits of crayons.
2. Glue crayons to top of pumpkins and let dry.
3. Place pumpkins on a trash bag to protect your work surface.
4. Use a hair dryer on the hottest setting or an embossing heat tool like this one to melt the crayons. That's it!

My kiddos loved watching the crayons melt all over the place, and I loved letting them do a project all on their own. Enjoy!

Chess King.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

A few weeks ago, we introduced Liam to the game of chess. I heard about No Stress Chess from a friend and had a feeling Liam would take to it, but had no idea that just a week or so later, he'd be a competitive chess player hungry for game after game. 

With No Stress Chess, you start out by using a deck of cards and one side of the board which explains where each piece goes. Each player takes turns drawing a card that tells you which piece to move and how it moves around the board. There's some chance involved, and some strategy. Then, once you've learned the basics, you ditch the cards, flip over the board, and play a real game of chess. It's been the sweetest way to spend one-on-one time with Liam, teaching him critical thinking (the best we know how) and watching his little brain work. (This is not a paid advertisement... this company has no idea who I am. I'm just a happy customer!) 

I know I'm always looking for constructive ways to spend time with my kids, and this one hits the jackpot. It's educational, fun, interactive, and Liam adores it. And from our perspective, we'd rather play 5 games of chess than 5 games of Chutes & Ladders any day. ;)

His favorite spot.

Friday, September 29, 2017

"Mama, any day that I get to do my art is such a good day."
- Liam, age 4.5
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