Thursday, January 1, 2015
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
So. I got my first GrooveBook today.
It's pretty great.
The photos are time/date stamped at the top. Each photo is detachable. So you can choose multiple quantities if you need a duplicate.
The shipping took longer than I expected but I'm obviously not in a hurry. I'm 6K+ photos behind. No. For real :)
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Pillsbury Ready to Bake™ Peppermint Chocolate Chip Cookies
What do you do?
Yeah, you throw them in the buggy and hurry home :)
Ok...well, that's just what we did!
First of all. The smell.
They smell so minty and yum! when you take them out of the package.
We put them on the our Pampered Chef (can't live without) baking stone.
And then 12 minutes later....yum!
Now...we like our cookies a little bit medium-rare, and not crunchy.
Then, ready to serve!
And, I will admit, they are super cute on my Christmas dishes.
They were so yummy! The cookie was yum! Not too minty, and plenty of chocolate!
These will be on my "go-to" list for Christmas Parties!
And...to save a little $$ - Printable coupons available at www.ReadyPlanSave.com
“Disclosure: The information and prize pack have been provided by General Mills through Platefull Co-Op.”
Monday, December 15, 2014
I read a post once by Beth Moore, and she spoke of the power in a name.
(I can't find the post, or I would be more than thrilled to link it)
So, she spoke of naming a child. And how many times your name will be spoken over the course of your lifetime.
How the name can bring power, and force, and it can draw a sense of peace, every time it is spoken in love.
I never gave it any thought.
Well, not to the power of his name.
The only thing I knew was that it would be a strong name. One that could stand on it's own. And not be shortened. No nick names. No pet names. Nothing.
Just one solid name.
That's the only requirement/thought I had.
Oh. but no!
Chapman Taylor Smith was named in the throws of the Operation Room, as I was strapped to the operating table, I am certain my C-section incision had not yet been closed.
He was about 1 second old.
We had determined that we would name him once we met him, and we loved him, and we "knew" him.
Yes, we were those parents.
Yes, we were just dumb enough to think that some baby-naming power would come over us in the St Vincent's hospital room, and we would miraculously have the all-perfect name for our child.
Gimme a break.
The nurse asked "do we have a name, Dad?" and Scott erupted with "Chapman Taylor Smith!!! Welcome to the world Chapman Taylor! We love you!"
As I nearly broke the restraints of the surgical equipment "THAT IS NOT HIS NAME!!! WE DON'T HAVE A NAME!!!"
Oh yes, indeed we did!
He was immediately Chapman.
His footprints were inked by the glorious black inkpad, and BAM! It's a boy!
Chapman Taylor Smith.
Named after a christian singer (Steven Curtis Chapman) and Scott's favorite guitar (a Taylor).
Oh yes! A powerful name :)
And within about 3 more seconds, he was my little Chappy!
And then later, in his toddler years, he was my little ChapChap!
And when I woke him up early in the morning to take his brother to school...it was Chappy-doodle doo!!!!
(and then in the 7th grade, on the first day of school, he decided to tell all of his teachers at the new school that his name was Jimmy. Oh yes, and they fell for it! Good grief!)
Oh yes, that's right! A good strong name! The stand alone kind! :)
What in the world! I am a hot-mess of a mother!
And this kid! He owns the power of the name.
I don't think there could be another Chappy! Not one of his strength, and confidence, and colorful spirit, and light-heartedness!
He's one of a kind!
And I pray that as his name is called (whatever version of Chapman Taylor Smith that is)---I pray that with each day, he owns it just a little bit more, and by the end of his days, he is a Mighty Warrior for the sweet Lord above that gave him to us for a season!
I love this kiddo to bits!
Chappy Birthday (see what I did there!)
He hashtagged Oprah Winfrey. Who does that?!
Friday, December 12, 2014
In that place, lots of people put lots of "things" away.
And you love hard.
Today is that day.
As you see the streets lined with cars, and a church filled with people.
There is love. And there is grace.
That place is hard. And no one wants to ever be there.
But it exists.
And God is present.
And it reminds me to be a friend.
Above everything else. Just be a friend.
Dena Mosley will be greatly missed in our school, in our community, and in our hearts.