prayer today

Come and listen, all you who fear God; let me tell you what He has done for me.

I cried out to him with my mouth; His praise was on my tongue.

If I had cherished sin in my heart,the Lord would not have listened;

But God has surely listened and heard my voice in prayer.

Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld his love from me!

Psalm 66:16-20

mother knows best

I talked to my mom yesterday to tell her Mitchell was sick. This was her response:

1. What kind of liquor do you have in the house. You need to make him a hot totty.
2. Get some Vicks. Warm it up in your hand and put it on his chest and feet. Then put some socks on his feet.

It took everything in me not to laugh. I saw the Vicks on the feet comment coming a mile away. That's my mom.

Nothing heals a cold like Vicks and a hot totty.

P.S. Mitchell got apple cider instead!

halloweeeeen

Saturday we had our Sunday School Halloween party, and had SO much fun. Here are a few pictures!

Lyndsey, James & Judson. Pirates and a little monster.

Lauren and her husband were cupid... and a love struck man?

It took me while to get what Meredith and Nathan were. Do you get it? Little Cesar's Pizza. Yes, I am slow. I know!

Yummy Pizza!

Christina and Ryan were an A&M basketball player, and the goal. The baby is the ball!

Toogoods were Hefty and Glaad!

SOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE! Masen doesn't have on his costume here, but it was a hot dog. Brooke and Jasen were the mustard and ketchup!

Mitchell and Andrew eating before everyone else! We aren't too sure what Andrew was supposed to be. Something along the lines of a Billy Ray Cyrus/weird stalker guy!

The Laws were soooo cute, too! Cowboy was a sock monkey. And they were the banana and tree! Things are so much cuter when you have a baby in the picture!

Here's Masen as the hotdog. And his 80's girlfriend, Allison!

My husband the baker....

Me the oven with the baked good, a bun! Get it? A bun in the oven.... ok so much funnier in my head!

hip action

My hips have not felt like this since I was in college and dancing. Seriously.

I feel like I have been doing high kicks and jump splits for weeks on end. You know where you jump as high and far and as extended as you can. Then fall into the splits.

Yes, that's how they feel right now. Every time I get up from sitting. Every time I walk.

And even in college it felt good because I was getting a good sweaty work out. Not so much now.

As long as I am not waddling or walking like I have something stuck you know where... I am good. For now.

heart burn

Why do they call it heart burn? My heart doesn't burn when I am having an episode. I don't feel like pawing at my chest.

They need to call it, the baby's sitting on your stomach, not allowing food to be digested, so it's finding its way back up your throat, so you feel like barfing all day/night long.

If my heard had anything to do with it, I am sure I'd be dead.

34 weeks

Have flown by. At the same time, these past months seem to be dragging. When I look at everything we have to do, I start to panic and worry if we will get everything done. Then I remember, that in the 6 short weeks that we have left I will be blessed with the presence of my sweet little boy. A blessing, and a creation from above, that will be all ours.

And everything else will not matter when he is here. The room can be incomplete. The decorations not up on the walls. And I don't care. (well secretly I really do. but I will pretend not to)

I cannot believe that The Lord has chosen us to be parents to a child that we will raise in His name, and teach of His life. What an honor to complete such a task. I pray every day that we can live up to these expectations, but know we cannot do it alone. That is why we've been blessed with loving families who praise and fear The Lord. A church family who already love our son. And a relationship with our Lord and Father who will be there every step of the way. I know it cannot be done alone.

brothers don't shake hands...

Brothers gotta hug!

So funny, I love Tommy boy.

Romulus met his long lost cousin Nikko yesterday. They aren't technically brother's. But the meeting made me think of the movie.

Nikko is Mitchell's roommate from college's dog, Daniel. Did that make sense? Daniel got Nikko after the boys had lived in the house for a while, and she was the first great dane in our lives. WE LOVE NIKKO! After seeing on Facebook that Romulus needed a new home, and meeting him, we knew he had to be our puppy. Nikko was/is such a great and loving dog! Great dane's love you soooo much!

After lunch yesterday, we decided the two should meet. I think Romulus was a little too much for Nikko, but they were best buds after a lot butt sniffing!


Romulus shared his bed with Nikko :)

i heart hearts

If you know me I LOVE TIGHTS. Especially patterned tights. Fishnet. Colored. Anything having to do with tights. Look what my legs found today on WWW:

How do you think an 8 month pregnant woman would look in those heart patterned tights? I didn't think so either!

mj

This was too good to pass up.

i don't mean to brag... but

MY HOUSE SMELLS LIVE HEAVEN. 

Or what I am sure heaven smells like. Or maybe it's my heaven. Or...

Sorry, back to my story. I am making these muffins from the Pioneer Woman, and if they turn out anything like they smell I will turn into a pumpkin spice muffin. Willingly. 

And I've yet to make the cream cheese icing. 

Yes, you heard right. CREAM CHEESE ICING. Heaven is layered with cream cheese my man! Believe it! 

Tomorrow, Pumpkin Cookies with Chocolate Chips. I love you. 

baby blue

These are the finished pictures of Owen's room painted. The room itself it not finished, but the painting is! I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! And can't wait to get my little man in there! 

Wall of waves with his changing table. Look, he will be laying right there soon! 

Our ship and more waves!!!!!!!!

His crib will go against this wall. 

We are almost there, I can barely stand it we are so close. I am 33 weeks today, 7 more to go! I will see you soon my little man. Until then, I love you so much! Forever and always!

frame it

ghetto mitch

This is the love song my husband sang to me this morning.

my love (remix) - Justin timberlake, cassie, t.i., timbaland


Does your husband rap to you? Didn't think so! :)

ready.set.lift off

I was brushing my teeth last night, took a deep breath, looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw my tummy expand, and my belly button pop out. 

Took another deep breath. 

The belly button popped out. 

Its just a matter of time before this innie, is an outtie. 

stop thinking

Really. I need to stop thinking.

Which is really very easy for me these days, the whole pregnant brain thing.

And if you've never been pregnant and this think is a lie, get knocked up. I promise everything will go out the window. You'll feel stupid and ditzy. Everyone will forgive you, because you have pregnant brain.

Going back to the thinking part. About every 4 weeks, when it comes time for me to trim my hair I contemplate letting my hair grow long again. And or, cutting bangs. Or letting them grow out. See where I'm coming from? Just typing that out confused me. No wonder my poor brain is on overload all the time.

Although I LOVE my hair short, (May was my two year anniversary of doing something spontaneous, and cutting my hair. And if you know me, I am NOT spontaneous. Except for about 3 semesters in college.) I miss it being long. It was never Pocahontas long, like my sister's (see post here) long and luscious, but I miss curling my hair. Putting it up in a bun. Cute fartsey things like that. My hair was/is more frizzy, half-way long, but had great curl.

What do you think? HONESTLY. Let's see what kind of history I can pull up on my hair over the years:

From as early as I can remember to High School: Sponge rollers were always in my hair overnight. Yes, in high school too. Don't judge. Remember I told you I also wore plaid shorts, and penny loafers.

College/Year One: Long, straight nothing exciting. I also wore nothing but t-shirts, jeans, and reefs.

College/Year Two: OMG I got layers. Call the police.

College/Year Three & Four: I learned to curl my style my hair. Amazing isn't it? Amazingly sad.

Post College Year One: I got married and was DETERMINED not to cut my hair like every other married woman. I cut bangs instead.

Next year: Jessica Alba has to cut her hair and so does every other celebrity. I chose a rain, humid day, and cut my hair.

I will post pictures tonight.

In the meantime, what do you think. Long or Short?

i tired

I tried to get Dr. Tadvick to give me an exact date of delivery of my dear little Owen. (I am sort of a schedule/ organized freak)

I tried to get him to tell me what's going to happen if the 30th comes and goes and he decides he doesn't want to come out. (you know, cause I'm a cozy little casa)

I tried to make him promise me he'd be there if things happen a week early. The week of Thanksgiving.

After he told me his wife might come, if this baby comes Thanksgiving week, I told him he could bring her. (we might as well celebrate all together. afterall, its nothing she hasn't seen or been through. what's one more person)

I am glad I like him so much. I didn't really get any answers.

tell her i said hi

I walk into a store today that I have never been into. The young lady helping me keeps saying how I look familiar. I finally tell her went to Hardin-Simmons, maybe that's where she recognizes me.

"Yes, that's it. Spurs."

She pauses and says, "Courtney."

Me: "Oh, Courtney Garvin! Tell her I said hi. How is she doing?"

Shop Girl: " I am Courtney."

If I had been any farther along, I am sure I would have had the baby at that moment from kicking myself in the behind. Or from the foot being shoved into my mouth.