To my dear Kensie girl...

To watch you grow and learn and play,

is something I cherish every single day.

Your soft little voice is sometimes hard to hear,

but you capture my heart with every word, my dear.

You love to dance, play dress up, and "do" my hair,

but what I love most is what's deeper in there.

You have a heart and a soul that is beautifully wrapped,

in a God-given body that's already been mapped.

So take flight my sweet daughter,on this life that's fresh and new.

And I pray that God reveals himself in everything you do.

"For you know the plans I have for you", that's what the Bible reads.

And I pray you learn to seek Him, despite your wants or needs.

For this life is not an easy one, you'll hear that more and more.

But when you seek His face intently, you'll understand the word, "ADORE".

Love, 

the one you call "mama"

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Some summer updates...

It's true I grew up in California (yep that's a picture of me!) but I have to say that Michigan summers are the best--unless you're pregnant....then not so much. The sun stays up 'til almost ten o'clock and the lakes are pleasantly warm for swimming. I like to sit on the front porch just before bed and watch the fire flies in our front yard. A typical Michigan summer also includes getting just enough rain to keep the landscape looking nice and green (although it's unusually dry right now. We're praying for some serious rain!).

We live just a few minutes from Lake Michigan...isn't it gorgeous??...

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We are busy with life lately. Lots of fun and exhausting summer activities. Pools, lakes and splash pads are some of the kids favorites. Sunbathing and going to the beach are some of mine. And if Greg didn't have to be a grown-up and work to provide for our family he would spend his whole summer on the lake enjoying any kind of water sport you can think of. 

Kensie last summer--enjoying her first boat ride on Uncle Brad's boat.

We are definitely "beach" people. I love that we share that same joy. One day, we will live in a house on the water, with a dock and a boat, and have all kinds of friends and family over to enjoy it. Excuse me while I daydream for a moment....

Okay, I'm back. 

Just letting you know we are still here despite the lack of blogging lately. We are alive and well and enjoying life.

Happy summer!

Be nice to your windows

I gave our window in the fireplace room a little face-lift this weekend.

While Greg worked all day Saturday I got busy with some power tools! I needed something productive to help relieve my built up stress over the past week. I haven't been sleeping great, and you know that feeling when you can't seem to take a good, deep breath because your chest feels so tight?--yeah, I had that too. 

Well, it turns out that using a power drill can be a GREAT stress reliever...who knew!?

I loaded up the kids for a trip to Lowe's first thing Saturday morning. I love/ hate that place. So do the kids. I gave them every free pamphlet I could find in that store just to keep them busy flipping through the pages. Except they mostly just tossed them over the side of the cart for a fun game of "let's see how many times mommy can pick them up". I guess looking at pictures of fences, granite counter tops, and paint colors isn't as exciting for them? Weird. They were most excited when we walked down the rows of and rows of "potty chairs". Also weird, I know.

Anyway, did you know that Lowe's will trim your roman shade to the exact measurement of your window for FREE?

Pretty cool huh! I needed to fit a 54" wide window but the store only sold them in 48" OR 60". So I grabbed a 60" box, handed it off to a Lowe's employee, browsed the store for 30 minutes and then picked it up when it was DONE! So easy. It fits our window perfect! No fuss!

See that table runner? Funny side story. The roman shade was about 60" LONG, so I literally took scissors and cut the bottom off--making a PERFECT new runner for the dining table!

This window has been at a stand-still for quite some time, and it felt SO GOOD to finally finish it all by myself.

Here is another BEFORE...

I can't wait to show you the hutch (which is now all gray) and also in a different location!

And AFTER...

No more covering up this window with a bulky hutch. 

It's time to treat it right and let the light back in.

One last pic to show the roman shade down...

Happy Sunday my friends!

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linking up to:

Focus up Friday

It's been an emotional week over here. More on that in a minute....

I'm just popping in to say I've been trekking through the Proverbs 31 study and still going (kinda) strong! I'm so proud to say that even though I have missed a few days here and there, I've stuck with it and God is definitely teaching me A LOT.

Now for some random bullet points of my week (some related to the study and some are not). I'm not feeling very "eloquent" in my writing lately so bullets are what you get:

• I'm still struggling with the concept of vigorously cleaning my house. Living with an almost 3 year old and a 15 month old is exhausting. I don't need to re-hash exactly to what extent. It's just exhausting. And while I enjoy basking in my hard work of scrubbing my floors, putting the clutter away, making the bed, cleaning the bathroom.... I've also found this last week that I can become quite irritated by the end of the day as a result. If I find one dirty sock in the middle of the hallway, or a toilet that was left un-flushed, or a single dirty dish in the sink...after ALL MY GOSH DARN HARD WORK....well, husband/ kids...you better watch out. Crabby Shannon is gonna let you know it. But on the days when I only focus on laundry and dishes, and let the rest of the house kinda take it's "tornado-like" course, I rest much easier at night. Not sure where this is going. Just know, dear reader, that I'm struggling in this department. I want to honor God by working hard in the home, but I also want my sanity and my ability to love the people that live here too.

I spent one afternoon organizing my craft "crap hole". More on that later.
Something I've put off for at least 2-3 years.


• Mason got his first bloody nose this week. Kensie pushed his high chair over while he was still strapped in....and I lost it. I did not react well (unlike his last accident). I yelled at Kensie using phrases like, "What did you DO!"...."What were you THINKING!" My yelling combined with the large amounts of BLOOD streaming out of his nose made Kensie (and myself) a crying mess. I know accidents happen. I know you can't control them. But, it's easier to stay calm when there is no one else involved. Why on EARTH Kensie thought that was a good decision, I'll never know. But, it scared me to see how angry I got. I was able to talk with my mentor on the phone the next morning and felt reassured that my reaction was normal. However, there's still that moment when you need to ask for forgiveness. Forgiveness from my kids, and then from God. There was lots of praying the next day.

• Marriage is HARD for us. There's a million different reasons why marriage can be hard. This week it was scheduling. I had two nights in a row that I had to be somewhere at seven o'clock without kids. Between Greg working late every night, a last minute softball game, and a kid with a bloody nose, let's just say it was a stressful week! By ten o'clock each night, we were both finally in the same house together, exhausted, with nothing to say except "Goodnight". Most of my feelings toward Greg this week have been resentful, bitter, and just plain annoyed. Something else I need to still ask for forgiveness for. 

• Marriage is HARD for everyone. We all need to wake up and realize that it takes WORK to stay married to the same person for the rest of our lives. We have to be honest with our spouses, set appropriate boundaries with friends, and be willing to ask for help. Praying continually for our spouses doesn't hurt either. 

• I have a decision to make by this Sunday. God brought an opportunity to me a week ago. I have been weighing the pros and cons and asking God if this is the right timing for such an opportunity. I will share more next week once I make the decision. If you happen to think of me in the next two days, I would be SO incredibly grateful for some prayers. After the week I just had I feel like saying "ABSOLUTELY NOT!". But, I know that's just my emotions talking. I just want a clear answer from God--don't we ALL?

Have a great weekend everyone!

His 3rd Father's Day

I couldn't ask for a better father for our children.

He's a gentle and patient daddy who isn't afraid to be silly and ridiculous for the sake of his kids.

In short, he's kind of the best.

I asked Kensie some questions about what she thinks of her Dad. We typed them up and printed them out and framed it to give as his father's day gift.

Some of the answers don't make sense and some are totally incorrect. 

But, they all made me laugh.

And some made Greg cry.

Enjoy!

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What is something dad always says to you?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

What makes dad happy?

MASON

What makes dad sad?

MASON

How does your dad make you laugh?

TICKLES

What did your dad like to do when he was a child?

PLAYED WITH TOYS

How old is your dad?

THREE

How tall is your dad?

IN THE SKY!

What is his favorite thing to watch on TV?

BASEBALL

What does your dad do when you’re not around?

HE’S SAD

What is your dad really good at?

EATING LUNCH

What is your dad not very good at?

PRESENTS

What does your dad do for his job?

DRIVES THE TRUCKS!

What is your dad’s favorite food?

WATERMELON

What makes you proud of your dad?

ROLLING THE BALL

What do you and your dad do together?

PLAY RING-AROUND-THE-ROSIES!

How do you know your dad loves you?

DADDY COMES HOME!

Where is your dad’s favorite place to go?

WORK

Answers by: Kensie

Age: 2 ½

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Happy Father's Day!

Wedding filled weekend!

It's hard to believe that Greg's youngest brother, Elliot, got married over the weekend!

Such a young couple {just 19 years old!}....

They are honestly the most mature couple I've met....maybe ever for their age! Not kidding. They have such a heart for Christ and desire to truly honor Him with their lives. We wish you the best Jessica and Elliot!

We were extremely privileged when they asked Kensie to be the flower girl. She took her job very seriously. I wasn't sure how she would do walking down the aisle but after watching some flower girl videos on youtube, she diligently practiced tossing fake rose petals all over the house. She was so excited!

If there's anything I learned over the past week it's this:

LIFE IS SHORT.

LIFE IS FRAGILE.

DON'T TAKE IT FOR GRANTED.

LIVE IN THE MOMENT.

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On Sunday I was able to attend a bridal shower for a former college volleyball teammate of mine.

The bride-to-be!

My gift to Megan. You know it's a good gift when you don't want to give it away!!
I used a leftover baseboard to make it. I loved it so much, I just might have to make one for myself now.

I am hanging on for dear life here. There were some big gusts of wind okay?

We sure had some good laughs too!

It's always fun when us girls can reunite. It doesn't happen very often. 

Excited for your wedding soon Megan!

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Whew! So that was our wedding filled weekend!

Focus up Friday

 Proverbs 31 {week 4}

She rises while it is yet night and provides food for her household
       and portions for her maidens. She considers a field and buys it;
       with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
Proverbs 31:15-16

I don't have much to write about in regards to this study. In short, I failed this past week in a lot of areas. I skipped out on waking before my kids. Thus, skipping my mornings spent with God in the Word. I did not clean my house vigorously, and my procrastination habit only got worse this week. {notice this post is coming to you on a Saturday instead of Friday?}


But, that doesn't mean I can't focus up today! I definitely have a God-centered story for you. I want to take time to praise our Father in Heaven. The God that gives us life, everyday. The creator that knit us together before we were born and knows exactly what will happen to us in this life. 


I want to thank him for protecting our son this week. Our dear, sweet, little boy, Mason.

Here's what happened Tuesday night, just a few short days ago...

It was close to six o'clock.

The kids and I had just finished eating dinner. Daddy would be home soon. We decided to head outside to play in the front yard until he got home. After wiping two little mouths and washing four little hands, I quickly put the dishes in the sink and told Kensie to get her shoes on before we could go outside. Mason had completely wasted his shirt during dinner because that's what he does. He wastes shirts for a living. His goal is to see how much food he can get on them at each meal. So, I took it off and tossed his shirt in the laundry basket as we all trotted down the hallway towards Mason's room to grab a clean one for our shirt-wasting son.

The kids were right behind me as all three of us entered the room. I headed straight for the dresser and opened the top drawer. With a clean shirt in hand, I peeked over my shoulder to locate Mason. And that's when I saw it happen.

I watched a spark light up the room, Mason fell to the ground, and the lights went out.

He had been shocked by an extension cord.


It's funny what happens to a mother during a traumatic situation. Looking back now, I don't know how I held it together. I remember shaking and sweating profusely. But, I also remember having a very clear head, speaking calmly to Kensie about what she needed to do and knowing exactly what I needed to do. God is so gracious like that. He gives us strength in scary situations.


Mason screamed immediately. I scooped him up to inspect the damage. Right away I saw a black burn mark on his hand (where he grabbed the exposed prongs) and a black mark on his chest (remember he was shirtless?). I rushed him toward the kitchen where there was more light and noticed his hand was bleeding pretty bad (one of the wires must have cut his finger when it jolted him). I rinsed it and pressed it with a paper towel. It didn't bleed long and I was certain he wouldn't need stitches. But, what about the burns! I thought. That had to do something to his insides, right?! I mean, the boy was just electrocuted!


At this exact moment, Greg texted that he was on his way home from work. Another praise! He literally works less than 3 miles away so I knew he would be home within minutes.


I loaded up the kids in the van and as soon as Greg pulled in we rushed to the ER.


Mason was calmed down by now and acted like his normal self. Babbling and laughing the whole drive to the hospital. I kept looking back at him every couple seconds to make sure he was still conscious. Kensie kept repeating, "Mason big GIANT Boo Boo! He feel all better Mama?"


Once admitted to the ER, I sat Mason on my lap to let the doctors take a look. It took a while to describe exactly what happened using phrases like, "We were in the baby's room.......with an extension cord WE forgot was still plugged into the wall.....with one end that had a removable cover....and he must have ripped it off to show the exposed prongs, and squeezed them together....I was THERE and watched it happen!"....the whole time Greg and I felt like the worst parents in the world. I just kept telling myself, this could have happened to ANYONE. It's just an accident. But still, we felt terrible.


After 2 nurses and a doctor evaluated him, this was the doctor's response:

"Well, with these type of electrical shocks in the ER, we usually see two outcomes. Either your are totally fine, or your heart stops completely."


Mason is totally fine. They gave us some cream for the minor burns on his hand and chest and sent us home. Case closed. {I did finally break down and cry on the way home from the hospital. To think that your son could have just died...it finally hit me}.


I think the next day I kissed our sweet and studly little man a thousand times, and said "I love you" a thousand more. His hand is healing well, and he doesn't seem too bothered by the sores. We have also been taking some extra measures to "baby proof" our house this week.


Kids are so resilient.

And God is so good.


PS- I don't think this will be our last ER visit for this little boy. I'm already praying for the next 16 years of his life. 


PPS- How on EARTH did Greg and four of his brothers live to be adults? They are all roughly 2 years apart. Greg is the oldest. That means when the last son was born, there were FIVE boys ages 10 and under. Oh my dear mother-in-law, how did you do it?! 

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If THAT doesn't make you focus up a little today, I don't know what will.