Glide Bikes

I don't know if you have heard yet, but glide bikes are awesome. Everyone seems to notice the fact that they don't have training wheels, but rarely do people see that there are no pedals! The premise is basically that the kiddos would learn how to balance before introducing pedals, thereby, bypassing training wheels all together. If anyone knows Craig well, he did his research and knew this was the route we were going to take in teaching our boys to ride a bicycle. At first they were a little upset that they didn't have pedals like traditional bikes, but we are so shocked that they have taken off in the short time they have had them! Speirs can balance and loves to go really fast and Wyatt is not far behind at all, which amazes me. A kid riding a bike before 2? Flippin' awesome, I'd say!:)

Racing...is that even fair?

So this is how we spend most of our mornings, afternoons and evenings!

Moments Like THAT.

I have concluded in the three and a half months of having a three year old, that nothing about my oldest son being two compares to the past months of THREE. Three, it makes me cringe, seriously. Cue all things epically disastrous like bombs and explosions, volcanoes erupting, tornadoes...you get the picture. We are experiencing tantrums that leave me looking in wonder, amid screams, tears, and stomping and thinking “who are you?” Recently we had a dinner disaster that ended in no dinner and bedtime at 5:30. Our two year old hasn’t slept through the night in about a week, because he is “cared” and he cries at the drop of a pin, most times, for no apparent reason. He's getting pretty good at walking around the house with his bottom lip stuck out so far he might trip. Yes, there are certainly days and moments like THAT. We all have quite some learning to do! Everyday is a new day filled with prayer for patience, that I don’t have, wisdom, that I long for, and discernment.

And that sweet little boy will be named...

Titus Harding West

Baby Titus, we look forward to your arrival in May! For now, kick on baby boy!

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Psalm 139:13-15

4D-wow.

2D

We are so blessed and thankful to be able to announce that we will be welcoming another sweet boy (who has yet to be named) into the clan in May!

A Prayer

Then children were brought to him that he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples rebuked the people, but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” And he laid his hands on them and went away.

Matthew 19:13-15

My sweet boys. I pray that we wouldn't hinder you from going to the Rock, the Redeemer, but that we would guide and direct you in wisdom and love.

And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes.

Deuteronomy 6:6-8

That we would teach you to love the Word of God. So that the Spirit may ignite in you a passion for His glory.

Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”

Matthew 9:37-38

And that we would be able to send you into the world with full hearts as workers in the harvest, knowing that our God is your Shepherd and is with you always.

For so the Lord has commanded us, saying, “‘I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.’”

Acts 13:47

Ipso-Facto-Oreo-Columbo

We are 27. We have 2 small boys and one on the way. We want more children. We don’t actually own a car that can fit three car seats in the back. We don’t own a house. We don’t really know what we will be doing next year or where we will be. I am a stay at home wife and mother. My husband is not a white collar worker. We live on a budget, a tight one. We will probably home school our children and I may never pursue a “career” despite my college degree.

Those are simply facts about our station in life, but we seem to draw a lot of flack, questions, and opinions about these true statements. A lot of times, people (family, friends, strangers-you name it) project how difficult things must be since we don’t own a “home.” Some even voice that we should stop having children or that I should go “back to work," all in a round about way. I don’t live in a fantasy land and money sure doesn’t grow on trees around here. Our day in and out isn’t a breeze and my children need correction and loving, patient discipline hourly. Sometimes, I just want to sleep.

But despite all of the opinions (even my own at times), we are rich. We have Jesus. We have faith. We have each other. We have love, and a whole lot of it. We have forgiveness. We have abundant blessing in our children. We have a home in our two bedroom apartment that we rent. We have dance parties, ticklefests, and get to enjoy sweet treats. We have life, we have precious, precious life and I wouldn’t change a thing.