Monthly Archives: March 2012

We have reached the one year mark!

Happy Birthday sweet Charis Grace!

I can’t believe it’s been a year! One whole year. I thank the Lord each night for you and the gift you are to our family. Just today we started to ask you if we could have a hug and you will rest your sweet head on our chest. You also got your 4th tooth sometime in the last 24 hours. You are changing by leaps and bounds. Within the last week you started to cruise around the coffee table. You say a few things, only we can really understand because we are around you all of the time. They are:

“aaaaahhhhh dnnnn!” – All done

“Mamamamam” – Mom

“Dadada”- Dad

“n” – No

It’s hard to imagine you not being in our family of four. Ava loves you and smothers you with oh so much love. We are always trying to help her understand that when you are done being hugged and she is still hugging that it is no longer loving towards you. My hope is that you and Ava will be the dearest of friends and always enjoy one another. I’m sure most mom’s wish this for their children. Well Happy Birthday to my sweet baby. You grow up way too fast but I am so thankful that I get to be a part of it all.

You can check out Charis’ debut on the side link under April 2011 (I have not figure how to make a link on the post, if you know how, send me your wisdom.)

 


God’s Grace

Today is Friday, and we woke up this morning to the wonderful sun! Yesterday if you live where I live we had wonderful snow! Ohhhhhhhh how I love love love the snow! I could do all winter with all snow and no rain. But that’s not how the valley works now does it? So as I was saying, woke up to sun and my third child was sick. Third child you ask? Well yes, my husband. I only call him my third child when he is sick, sick, sick. You see I am not saying this because I am trying to put him down in any sort of way, no I say this because it unfortunately reflects aspects of my heart which I would rather not see. I think I become a much weaker vessel if you will, when he is falling apart.

Now let me veer off for a bit. You see as an American I have been consumed with this thought from a very young age that I am entitled to certain things. I hope I can make myself understood to the few viewers that I have on here (you know who you are, and I just love love love you!) Anyhow, american, entitled. Growing up I really honestly thought I was entitled to a certain way of living. If I didn’t have that way, I found out a way to get it. Ugly I know. And unfortunately the way my world worked, I usually got what I wanted, hey I was an only child for 8 years. So now we flash forward to today. Today, today meaning now being married with children, I have realized that certain things just are not going to be played out the way I would intend, in my americanized mind. No matter the skill I think I have to play my deck of cards correctly, they just wont work, or at least workout well.

         Like today, husband is sick so he obviously cannot go anywhere. Unfortunately in our circumstances where we live just doesn’t seem to be conducive to 2 mobile children, sick daddy, and a busy mommy. Where do these individuals go? Let me paint a picture for you. 720 square feet. 2 bedrooms. 1 bathroom. 1 livingroom, where coffee table is also utilized as: dining table, craft table, office area, etc. etc. etc. and kitchen conducive to really only one person. All of this space seems to work just fine for us until nap time. dun dun dun.

Since Beautiful contestant #1

has a very hard time falling asleep with Beautiful contestant #2

Beauty #2 has to sleep in our bed during nap time. This is fine on any regular day, but like I said on today we had another wonderful member of the Munson household home.

So here’s where my heart starts to grow cold and look a lot like vomit. ( I wanted you to think ewwwwww). I start to feel like I really deserve a bigger house. And if that wasn’t enough my mind travels even further down the dark, ugly, smelly road and I start thinking things like: “Well if I just had more space, then this wouldn’t be such a problem. And if there was more space, my kids would probably sleep through the night because they would have their own rooms, and therefore I would be way more well rested and able to keep my house up better, and do more fun things with my kids and not look so wore out. Aaaaand if I had more space, (which I now think I soooo deserve because woe is me,  wah wah wah) everyone in the entire world would want to come hang out, because who wants to hang out in this tiny little box. And I have 2 children, count them 2, so I sooo deserve for them to have their own room, with their own dressers and their own closet. Oh and I deserve a dishwasher as well why we are at it. And why don’t we throw in a maid as well, because I mean I just should have one. So on and so forth. You might be asking, well if your space is so small, then move. I would agree with you on this thought. However I do believe my heart has issues, not my space. And to let you know we may just move, but I really don’t want to feel like “I deserve it.” Because well I don’t. The only thing I honestly deserve is well, death. I, by the grace of God however have been covered for and by what I truly deserve. It is God’s Grace that I live where I live. And it is Gods goodness that I have been given what I have been given.

So here’s to God’s Grace in which he poured out on me tonight:

Where Charis sits for dinner.

Where Charis sits for dinner.

And she’s done with dinner before the actual meal is ready…

My 2 feet of prep space for dinner, here’s where I started to lose it in my soul.

Frustrated that my dishes are piling and I have no dishwasher to hide them in, but I have animal cookies from Costco and a chai to tide me over and at least make me happy, I deserve it right???? (ugh see there I go again with me feeling entitled…)

6pm and Mom still has not gotten it together with dinner…. But she’s making me pose for a pic. At least she was well-behaved and entertained by the Bernstein Bears on TV!

Mayhem. Should be getting ready for bed, but unfortunately the third child has thrown off mom’s routine and caused her to fall into a few setbacks.

Quinoa Patties, found off of pinterest! Trying not to burn them while trying to keep up on my dishes, clean Quinoa off floor from  baby, and check on hubby’s status.

Quinoa all over my floors…. I am OCD about my floors, and this stuff was tracked everywhere due to baby who was done with dinner before anyone had received theirs and no supervision…

 This is what I look at while doing dishes in between flipping patties. This keeps me sane and one reason why I would hate to move. 

This is where these go when I need the oven… don’t judge and don’t worry if you ever receive cookies from me, my floors are super clean… OCD remember…

And she is starving. ugh.

The final product.

Thank you Jesus! And thankful that Gods Grace is sufficient for me today even when I am feeling entitled to everything, even things I may not have mentioned in said blog. *blush*

And now I am hoping with all of my thoughts that this all made sense. hmph.


I will choose to Rejoice in today!

It’s 9:50pm on a Thursday evening. Charis just fell asleep a little over 30 minutes ago. I have stickers stuck to my shirt for who knows how long, my eyes are full of tears. Not due to the stickers. Not due to the fact I just spent half my evening trying to console Charis. But My eyes have been weeping over the fact that my two sweet baby girls are growing too quickly. While trying to console Charis, I don’t have much to do but to contemplate life. I think that the Lord gives me these moments of silence (sort of) to just sit and think. Well I sat and thought  for a bit after I first scrolled through facebook and pinterest who knows how many times and there was really nothing else for me to do on my iphone but to scroll through all of the photos on there. As I scanned them one by one from end to beginning and back to the end again. I wondered how it is that God designed our minds to somehow forget certain things.

For example when I look at Ava right now I see this:

not this:

These pictures are about a year apart! Oh my goodness!

So I look at how my kids are now and how they were a year ago and I don’t picture them that way at all. It reminds me of “forgetting what is behind and straining towards what is ahead.”   -Phil 3:13. I guess it’s how God made us. He doesn’t want us to sit and stay in the past. To wallow if you will on what has happened. Oh do I like to do that. But he wants us to press in and finish well. I don’t think we forget the memories or anything, but sometimes I wish so badly me and my kids would just stay put. Not grow anymore. Not get gray hair. Not send my kids off to college (I know I know that’s a long ways out). But although I like that idea, sometimes… Steve reminded me that I really wouldn’t like changing diapers for the rest of my life. True that.

So what do we do with this overwhelming emotion. Well we are talking about my overwhelming emotions. The fact I just looked at 2 years worth of photos of my kids and at the end I burst into tears. But seriously? What do you do?

Well I just rejoice in the Lord. That’s all I can do at this point in my evening. I rejoice in the fact that I see my sweet little ladies each morning when they rise. I rejoice in the fact that I witness their joys and their tears. I Rejoice over the instances when my patience is wearing thin and I can hear the Lord telling me to finish well and not throw in the towel and get all mad. I rejoice in the fact that I get to clean up their sweet messy faces now, because later they will not let me, nor will I want to. I rejoice over the fact that I don’t leave my kids with anyone else all day long and have to pick them up after a very hectic day of work. I rejoice in the fact that I got to hold Charis just one more time tonight before I laid her in her crib. I rejoice that my girls share a room for now and they absolutely love it, even when I sometimes wish they didn’t. I will choose to rejoice when all I want to do it wallow in the past. I will forget what is behind me and press on towards what is ahead, and I will rejoice and I will finish well, by the Grace of God.

Oh but they are just so sweet here. Rejoice!


Welcome Back!

That’s more of a welcome back for me. I know I know, I’ve been gone for some time. I’m sure you all were checking in daily to find out what exciting things were taking place in the lives of the Munson’s. So I’m sorry for those of you I have left hanging. (That line is just to make me feel good and all important, in hopes that many, maybe even trillions check my blog daily.) In all honesty I think I’ve been incredibly busy and my TO DO list is finally getting smaller and I have had some time to sit and get a grip on life. For awhile I wasn’t blogging (not that I am a regular by any means) because honestly I had nothing to say. I guess I could have given you a wordless Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, so on and so forth. But now I have downloaded my camera to my computer and realized there was much to say. Much of life has happened and I have it captured in photos but not written down in words quite yet. So with all of that said, you may get an update in several blogs over the next few weeks  in regards to the last few weeks. 🙂

And so we begin with our new friend Pirate!

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May I introduce you to Pirate. What? You can’t see him? Me neither. But a few weeks ago Ava started talking about her new friend. This photo is an example of the kinds of things Pirate makes Ava do. She does tricks on balls. 

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I’m not going to lie, I was a bit freaked out about our new housemate at first. But upon lots of talking with lots of other mothers I came to the conclusion that is was ok. As long as Ava and I knew Pirate was pretend and we were just learning to use our imagination. I mean come on folks God has a pretty incredible imagination. And if we are made in His likeness wouldn’t we too have imaginations? Obviously they can be used for good or bad. I’d say Pirate is an o.k. friend and he is welcome at our home. 

*After much investigation I discovered that an episode (the only episode I might add) that Ava has ever seen of the Backyardigans, was the one where they are Pirates in search of hidden treasure. So with that said this is where our little friend blossomed from. I will add that Pirate is often drawn on paper and likes to sit and listen to Ava read. 

So the past few weeks have been fun having Ava’s new friend around. Who know how long he will stay, but nonetheless he makes things interesting in the Munson house!

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And here is another picture of a cute kid. Love her, mmmmmhmmmm!