Up and down

This is how we spend our day. Up and down. Up and down.

All.

Day.

Long.

Nothing much

Well...to be honest I'm not sure we have a whole lot of "newsworthy" things happening around these here parts. Which usually no news is good news, right? Lucas has been working quite a few extra hours which leaves Noah and I to bond quite a bit at home. We really get to bonding the last two hours before bedtime!!!

The business is going great and hopefully will continue to grow. And the house is almost back in order with just a tree needing to be replaced. Lucas is continuing his schooling and taking a class this semester, which means most evenings are spent doing homework. Have I mentioned that I think he is so smart!

I managed to capture this precious moment as Lucas was reading to Noah before bedtime. It's hard to hide a big black camera from this one year old but he sure did put a big smile on his face for me.

Oh, and we're enjoying the nice weekend weather this evening while playing kick ball.

Grrr....

Now who could be scared of a little ol' bear like this?

Remember.

Favorite things. Climbing into toy bins. Getting teeth. Waddle running. Not eating his veggies. Moving furniture. Pushing dump truck. Playing King Kong with train track. Carrying books everywhere to be read to. Being chased. Unrolling toilet paper roll. Loving on mommy and daddy. Kissing open-mouthed. Being too cute to get in trouble.

Noah. So many changes. So full of life. Laughter. Oh, that laugh. Babble. A few real words. That smile. Melts your heart. Precious moments. So thankful.

Broken but not destroyed

It seems like lots of things are getting broken around here these days. The camera needs to go into the shop. The sewing machine needs to be picked up from the shop. Noah's teeth have broken through the skin (and I can see more to come!). Oh, and did I mention that a car broke our house this past weekend? Thanks to God, we are broken but not destroyed.

I debated whether to really blog about the accident that occurred this past Sunday at 2 a.m. I want our blog to be full of wonderful memories and photos that I can look back at years from now and laugh, cry and remember precious moments. This is not one of those precious moments so I think I'll pass on sharing the photos I don't care to remember and just let the story unravel as I type.

We were asleep in dreamland when Lucas and I were suddenly awoken by the sound of screeching car tires. I actually remember feeling myself brace for impact as I somehow knew something more was coming. We heard, and felt, the loud impact of the car hitting the outside of our home. I'm so, so thankful, that the Lord gave me the right mind to immediately grab the phone and begin dialing 911 while running to Noah's room in case I needed to grab him.

There is something so incredibly surreal about seeing headlights shining directly through your downstairs front window, especially when you live in a gated community across from an open grassy field. We are so thankful that for what was a bad situation, it could have been much worse. The Dodge Intrepid ended up running first over our tree and into our large column that supports the overhang to our house, and becoming high-centered on the cement base of the column. This, and the wonderful Hand of God, is what I believe stopped his car from going full-force into our downstairs room. And no, he was not intoxicated...just not the brightest guy on the block.

We're now the talk of the neighborhood. I've seen neighbors come slowly walking past our home (even heard their gasps of surprise) that I've never seen before and cars that literally stop in their tracks to see the accident that is behind that lovely yellow caution tape. Now, we wait. Wait on insurance. Wait on general contractors. And wait for our home to be put back together again.

Everyone is alright. I hear the squealing tires and impact in my head every night as I close my eyes to go to bed, but as I poured out my fears to my wonderful husband he comfortingly reminded me that the Lord is our Protector and I do not need to fear. Relief. So true.

Back in the saddle

It's been a little bit rough this past week-and-a-half. The kind of rough that your entire house smells like a dirty diaper...even though the hundreds you've changed have all been taken outside. And at the end of the night after the wee one is in bed you sit down to reflect on the day (and silently cheer that the wee one is in bed) and wonder how another day passed without getting anything done...no matter how much light you let into the house.

And then while he was on the mend and showing me his toothy grin I thought Noah had been getting just two new teeth. Oh no my friends, our little guy tends to do things in fours these days. And now the past week-and-a-half is all starting to make sense.

A one year old with a cell phone

I don't let Noah play with our cell phones or remote controls...but boy does he love it when he snatches them up. Once I discover the secret in his little hands he just looks up at me and drops it as if it never touched him. It's so funny and makes me laugh every time. We gave Noah one of our old cell phones to play with and talk to whoever he wants. He carries it with him everywhere. I even let him dial international as I'm not too worried about him running up the bill.

So if you have some spare time give him a call...I'm sure he'd love to talk to you!