On the Verge...

I've seen that a few of my friends around the world have the lovely little Latt children's table and chair set from Ikea.  Maybe it's just my kid that stands on the flimsy little seats, which has slowly created cracks in them.  And maybe we are the only ones who then used them for a kid gathering and they returned to our house not with crack, but holes.  But I'm cheap  on a budget, so I didn't want to buy new chairs, I wanted to be able to fix the old ones, gosh darnit!   Unfortunately wood is sort of hard to come by (read: expensive) in this country, so I couldn't just go and buy some wood and cut more seats.  But I did have some thick cardboard.  And some fabric.  So I took some pictures of what I did, just in case any of my friends have or will have the same problem and might like a quick little solution.  You could also do it to spice up the set even if they are holding up better for you than they have for me.  The one with the little crack T

This weekend was a special one for our family.  On Saturday, Quinn and I celebrated five years of marriage.  On Sunday we celebrated two and a half years of him being a dad.  So I wanted to take a moment to forever record my gratitude for Quinn Ryan Smith. Quinn, We met almost seven years ago.  I was dramatic and indecisive.  You were steadfast and assured.  You were adorable, handsome, kind, talented, inventive, and gentle. The Lord told me I could trust your leadership and your assurance in Him for the rest of my life.  So I did.  And we got married. You gave me a home.  You led me humbly and gently through years of busyness and memories.   I thought we were thinking about thinking about talking about having kids.  But, apparently, you were praying for one already.  And the Lord answered your prayer in His timing (not mine).  You loved me through nine months of whining and complaining.  You prepared for the birth of our son by spending time in the Word and let

Here I was, thinking that I only had iffy iphone photos to share with you last time, and then I looked in our photo archive to find that Quinn had copied over some pictures that we had apparently taken during the last few weeks of May!  So here I am with said pictures.  I'll let them do most of the talking... Birthday dress from some friends. Pink Eyed Bug. Breakfast sandwich on homemade rolls?  No one complained. Finally getting to open her birthday present from Gigi and Boppa I am going to write a little preface to the following pictures: Selah got a leotard and tutu for her birthday.  I was anxious to try it on her and see how she looked/what happened.  I have purposefully avoided tutu like skirts throughout Selah's life because they didn't seem like her or me.  But this was an actual ballet outfit and I did ballet when I was little, so I thought maybe Selah would like it and we would have a little ballerina on our hands.  No such luck.

No.  Let's just call it what it is: catch up.  I haven't posted in awhile.  I am beginning to realize that unless this blog becomes something kind of "official" in a way, there is no urgent motivation to make the time to do frequent posts.  I would love to have documented Selah's first few years as well as I did with Abram, but one more kid makes things quite a bit harder.  Also only having one computer, which is the one that Quinn uses for work makes it exponentially harder.  We are talking about getting a new one for me soon, as he will be starting to go away to the church office everyday and my only access to a computer at all will be very late and night and on the weekends.  So, maybe that will be like our anniversary present.  We will have been married for five years on the 15th of this month! It feels like so much longer than that (in a very, very good way).  But we are already starting to make plans for what we want to do to celebrate, since we are notorio