The Good Things that Happened Today

Sometimes these days seriously get away from me. My only goal this morning was to get a package from my Etsy shop to the Post Office. It’s now 4:15 and that’s just not going to happen today. My first thought is to feel like a failure for my ONE goal of the day getting away from me, but I’m choosing to consider the good that happened today.

  1. Not having the correctly sized box led to an impromptu trip to my Mom & Dad’s new house to steal one of their boxes. On the drive, Rosie (4) asked me, “Mama, why do firefighters save people?” (No clue what prompted the question.) I told her “Because that is their job, because they are brave.” She responded that maybe when she grows up she will be a fire fighter. Sam (almost 3) chimed in that when he grows up he will be a big fire engine. So I guess that will work out nicely for them.
  2. The kids played a lot of “pretend” at Nana’s house. (AKA NO TV) They got out puzzles and I watched Sam, who is really into puzzles (and any type of problem solving) lately, put together a 1-10 numbers puzzle. Afterward, under Rosie’s leadership, they pretended each puzzle was a baking sheet of cookies. Under the couch was the oven, the sofa table behind it was the pantry. I was proud to see their little minds work. 🙂
  3. All that play led to an awesome nap. Which is partly why I won’t get the box to the post office on time… They are napping so long!
  4. I got to nurse and rock my baby in some peace and quiet while she napped. Today, I will continue to breastfeed. Part of me already wants to quit, and part of me can’t give it up yet. And all of me knows I will go until at least 6 months, and then probably 6 months more… 🙂 But, still. One day at a time.

Just writing for smiles and my own sake. I’m not good at journaling anymore, so this will do. ❤



July Goals (Also, hey, I’m pregnant.)

I’m approaching my 18th week of pregnancy, which means I’m well out of the first trimester woods. Out of the three pregnancies I’ve experienced, this has been the hardest one yet. I was super sick from week 6 until about week 14. We survived on a lot of take-out, a lot of help from Nana, and a lot of Curious George & Octonauts.

I’m thankful to be feeling better, though my energy levels crash pretty easily. Before we got pregnant this time, I felt like I had finally found a good routine that kept our house running. The kids were hardly watching any TV, they were playing together well, and household chores had begun to find their assigned time during the day. And most days, I got everything done that I wanted to. I can’t lie, that felt pretty stinking great. I knew that being pregnant meant I was about to walk right back into the fog I felt like I had only recently walked out of, and I still know that it’s all worth it.  I am just really missing that sense of accomplishment and peace that a routine brings!

random photo from Sam’s birthday, pre-baby 3. 😉 

I don’t want to wish the year away, but I am already so ready for Winter for more than one reason. Mainly because I am due December 4th ;), but also because I miss the cold weather. I am not naturally a lover of summer (I’m trying really hard not to say “I hate Summer”, but there it is), but if I spend the next few months just waiting for them to be over, I know it’s going to draaaaag on. So, I want to try to take it a month at a time, trying to enjoy being pregnant and the opportunities that only Summer brings.

July Goals:
Buy the kids a kiddie pool and maybe a sprinkler 🙂
Fix my front flower bed (It is seriously embarrassing at the moment.)
Make my back porch less crowded & more enjoyable
Visit the public pool! (I grew up swimming at the same pool, so I think it will be weird/cool/fun to take my own kids there!)
Figure out bedroom arrangements for Rosie + Sam + new baby!
Find out the gender of baby #3! Eeeeek!
Potty train Sam. Maybe.
Get a haircut
Take steps back to a normal routine, starting with running the dishwasher every night & unloading first thing in the AM

The Need for Resolve


None of us go into life, into the world, wanting to fail at whatever we try to do.

Whoever we are, whether we are mothers, college students, business women, homemakers, single women, or wives, we all want to succeed.

We all sort of joke about how we once had a pipe-dream that has now pretty much fallen flat, right? We want the gorgeous Pinterest-worthy party but we settle for Kroger cupcakes and streamers.

We had a fantastic business idea, but someone expressed disapproval and we gave up.

We want to be a sweet, gentle, patient mothers, but we’re tired, so we snap at our kids to get quick obedience.

We want to see people know Jesus, but we shy away from the Gospel conversation because it feels awkward.

What is it we lack? If we once wanted something so badly, why didn’t it happen? I have found myself thinking about this often lately, and I have realized that when there is a particular goal I wanted to reach, and I came up empty, it was because I lacked one thing: resolve. 

Resolve: to decide firmly on a course of action.  

Whether the goal is something personal, like losing unhealthy weight, building a savings account, or passing a college class… or bigger than ourselves, like seeing the end of the abortion industry, having a healthy marriage, or entering the mission field, a flighty feeling won’t be enough of a foundation to launch us into action.

You’ve got to be convinced, deep within your soul, that the stand your taking or the end you’re striving for is worth the hardship, the exhaustion, the effort, the potential rejection. It’s even got to be worth the tedious, the mundane, the inconvenience, the discomfort, and the awkwardness. Whatever it is, we must value the end goal enough to walk the road it takes to get there. 

And to be honest, we may find that the effort isn’t worth it in some cases, i.e., the Pinterest-perfect 2 year old birthday party. It takes wisdom to decide what is worth our energy (those types of things come easier to some than to others) so that we can spend ourselves on what matters most to us.

My current resolve? To intentionally seek contentment in my season of life, while actively working to create a restful home for my family & myself, and pursuing the renewing of my mind through scripture and secular education.

I started taking a college class this Fall, Intro to American Sign Language. The school is about an hour away (neither of the two universities nor the community college in my town offer this program… go figure), and every time I make that long, construction-riddled drive, I find that I have to remind myself why this is worth it. To be able to connect with another person in their language, to be able to bridge an otherwise insurmountable gap, and to be able to fluently teach my children to do the same… that is why I’m doing this. The time will pass anyway. What will I have to show for it?

Where do you need some resolve? I’m cheering for you!

All About Sam: Year One

I’m taking a page straight out of my sister’s book today, and sharing all about our Sammy Stone, since he just turned one last week! This is an update for those who don’t care to read birth stories. 😉


Samuel Stonewall Staton… SSS, Samuel, Sammy, Sammy-Stone… or just plain ol’ Sam. Basically any form of his name is acceptable, and he seems to answer to them all. So, call him whatever you want… he’ll probably give you a huge smile and “look at me” laugh no matter what.

Sam’s favorite things include: his Mama, his Daddy, his Sissy… stealing Rosie’s sippy-cups even when he has his own, playing peek-a-boo, sucking his thumb & cuddling with his orange blanket (which was his Daddy’s baby blanket!), chasing my parents’ dog, eating pretty much anything as long as it isn’t green, and playing outside.

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He is standing and walking pretty well now! He still crawls a lot because it’s more efficient 😉 but he can walk entirely across the room if he wants to. He has also recently revealed a serious love to dance. And when I say dance, I mean BOOTY dance. It is hilarious and makes me do my embarrassingly loud horse-laugh every time. Every. Time.
Processed with VSCOcam with t1 presetHe didn’t get his first two bottom teeth until he was 10 months old, and now at 12 months old has popped one top tooth. 🙂 I loved that he had that baby-ish gummy grin for so long, but he sure is cute with teeth, too!

He loves to give kisses. You know, the open mouth, pretty much just licking your face ones? He’ll pin Rosie down and kiss her hair, or sneak one on my cheek while I’m holding him. He’s even been known to share kisses with baby cousins, friends of mine, or the iPhone screen while we FaceTime with his Nana.

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In just the last week or two, Sammy has started repeating a few words, and he seems to be learning more really quickly! At the time of this posting, he can say, “Mama”, “Dada”, “ball”, “bath”, “hi!”, and “bye”. He also puts his hand up to his face and says, “ahhyewww” (“Where are youuu?”) ❤ ❤ ❤

He’s loud and busy. He stopped nursing around 10 months old, mostly because I could not get him to just slow down long enough to nurse. Haha. He’s taken formula from a bottle since then, and started sleeping through the night around then too. (Please don’t hate me.) He’s quickly moving onto sippy cups, mainly due to the fore-mentioned sippy-cup thievery.

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Sam is basically just the sweetest ever. He’s known to crawl over to me just for a quick cuddle, then he’s back to his playing or chasing Rosie. The fact that he still cuddles with me and will sleep on me earns him all the heart eyes emojis. All of them. He hardly has a bad day, and everything (as long as Mama is nearby) is just the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He gives the best chuckles and smiles, most of the time with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

To be honest, before he was born, I was so nervous about having a boy. I can understand girls, but in my mind boys are literally from another planet. But oh, all my nerves melted into mush when I first held this baby. He holds such a special place in my heart that only a son could. I am so humbled and grateful that I have gotten to spend this year being his Mama, and I pray every night for many more.


I love you, sweet Sammy Stone!

We’re Alive!

Hi friends!

Just wanted to reach out to say that we are, in fact, alive. I’m just a little sleepless and a little braindead and a whole lot busy changing diapers and bathing babies. I am working on writing out Samuel’s birth story, which I plan to share here, as well as a raving review about my new babywearing love in life: my ring sling from Bibetts! Seriously, all you need to know right now is one thing: worth every penny. But more on that later!

If you pray for us, please pray for rest, strength, and normalizing postpartum hormones. 😉


More from us soon!

He’s here!


Our baby Samuel
Born at 3:46 AM on April 6th, 2014
8lb 2oz, 21.5 inches long.

“For this child I have prayed, and The Lord has granted me what I asked of Him.” -Hannah, 1 Samuel 1:27.

We are so thankful to finally hold our little boy! Prayers for Rosebud for the transition from only child to big sister are appreciated. 🙂 We’ll share a birth story soon! Thank you a for your prayers for Samuel’s birth! The Lord answered them faithfully.