Wells is 18 Months

Sweet, growing, cotton-blonde haired boy, you are halfway to 3, and less than 6 months to being a two year old. Every day you look more like both Mac and Paisley, and it's crazy the characteristics I'm learning that are inherited. Facial expressions, gestures, etc. Your vocabulary is growing like crazy, and you sing constantly. You love to sing 'ei ei o' from Old McDonald and the 'ohhhhh' from Needtobreathe's 'The Outsiders' song, which is also one of Mac's favorite. You're always up for a good karaoke session.

As every mom says, these days are flying by, but you still seem so little. I can handle that, I really don't mind keeping you little for as long as possible.

The missing tooth has become part of who you are, and I had no idea that incident would precede your carefree and wobbly nature. You are so stinking cute, and we absolutely adore you.

The recent thing you've mastered is holding up your hand to say 'me' when I ask a question. The first time we heard you do this was when we were a few days from leaving for Uncle Jeff's beach wedding, and I asked who was ready. Then I had to take a video, obviously. Because I'm the mama-razzi. 

And here is your photo album for this post :o)

You love dried strawberries. Not the fresh kind. Only the freeze-dried kind.

 When my hair is in dire need, Ms. Amy lets us come after hours to spare the others ;-)

 Your belly always does this because you eat SO much.

 Second beach trip, first time you played, next time you may remember that trip.

 Dollywood!

 I love to find these sweet selfie surprises on my phone. Smile.

 You LOVE to be outside, even in Sunday's best.

 Love, love, love you, sweet and crazy Wells.

-mom

The Kiddos Today

On the heels of Mac and Paisley's 1/2 birthday (Feb 19) and Wells' 15 month mark (also Feb 19), I wanted to write a brief description about each of the kids' lives and personalities. So here it goes...

To my precious offspring...


Lilly Scott,

You've discovered you actually like to walk. We went on our first hike one beautiful day in January, and you begged for more. We were enthused at your excitement, and we've been back to finish the trails every opportunity we have when the weather is nice.
Your favorite books are Ivy and Bean, and you're on the very last in the series. The shows you enjoy watching are Full House and Sabrina (the early years) and most recently, The Brady Bunch and The Cosby Show. We love those old shows. Also in entertainment, your favorite artists are Taylor Swift and Francesca Battistelli. Singing, dancing, puzzles, dolls/barbies, and listening to music are your favorites to pass time.
You are 4'3" and 67 lbs. You wear a size 8/10 and prefer comfort or ease. You've gotten really good at picking out your clothes, and I secretly still love that you ask for my thoughts or opinion. I know those days are numbered.
You have excellent behavior in school, and you are super helpful and loving at home. As long as you get some alone, quiet time, your spirit is kind and affectionate. You cherish (much like me) the quiet that comes during the day.
The dreams in your world are so sweet and conquering. Daily you come up with a way to help those that are less fortunate or don't know Jesus. I hope those passions lead you to work and do mighty things for His kingdom.

Mac,

Still a gentle soul, you're finding your crazy boyhood. You love dinosaurs, dragons, tv, sugar, and goldfish. Still no cheese, ever.
You adore daddy and friends and anyone who you ask, "You want to come to my house?"
You sleep with your brown monkey, George, and the zebra. You sleep all over the place so often you'll call out for someone to help you find George.
There's a mix of your favorite books: The Gruffalo, Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, the Sports Illustrated kids books. After we read at night, you ask me to sing. You request either You'll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins or Life Is a Highway from Cars.
You wear a size 4 to 5 shirt, and size 4 bottoms. You have a long torso like your dad.
There couldn't be a more detailed version of you. Maybe Paisley. You both watch, think, and question how Dad and I do things.
You're animated with your imagination of characters, and you love love love animals. Acting like them, anyway. There's still a fear of dogs from a few aggressive interactions, but I'm okay with that. I would rather you be cautious and safe.
Tee ball will be your first extra curricular activity, and you're so excited. Just yesterday at school you said, "I'm going to play tee ball, and my daddy is the coach!"
You're a great, brilliant, and sensitive little boy. I love to cuddle and sing to you, and I love it even more that you still let me. Thank you.

Paisley,

Let it be known that you adore Scotty. Wells too. Scotty is your upline, and Wells feeds your nurturing side. You also love clothes and anything shiny is 'so cute' to you. Even when I get dressed in anything other than workout wear, you notice. Trying on my shoes is your favorite before bath. This draws attention toward you, and that's where you shine. The little button nose of yours wrinkles, your shoulders rise, and your head tilts. Cutest.thing.ever.
You have NO FEAR and instigate most of the crazy in our house. You go from playing dolls with Scotty to throwing the ball with dad to tackling Mac.
There is a lot that you offer, and I love that you're interested in a wide variety of things.
Last year we tried dance for a few months, but it wasn't enough structure for you. The other girls were at least a year older, and it was difficult for you to focus. So to be honest, you were brought to me the last few classes because you wouldn't listen. I know you're a good listener because you're a pleaser, but I won't make excuses. You do need structure, and maybe next year we can try again.
When you're being restructured (aka 'talked to in a stern voice'), there's no eye contact. You refuse. If we are trying to get a picture, you cover your face for some reason. I don't know why, but I do know everything goes to your mouth. Gross. Dirty fingers, the rail at any public facility, you name it. I'm a bit of a germophobe so this totally disgusts me. People say you're building immunity, but if they had any idea how often you puke, there would be no words.
Much like me, if you want something, well, you'll get it. Forget waiting on others. This is where you teach me about myself. It isn't always a good lesson I'm learning either. In fact, I learn more often than not how I need to change.
You're a cuddler when you want to be, and recently you ask me to lay in bed with you at night. Sure thing, sweet girl. I'll snuggle you! You're the biggest snuggler thus far. You would sleep under me every.single.night if you could. Actually, you love when the puking starts because it means you have a place in mommy and daddy's bed. You eat that up.
You don't miss a beat, and I know you'll tell me every detail that I may miss from church, school, playtime, etc. I always know who is sick, absent, sad, happy, crying, etc. You love tellign me when your brother didn't listen at school. I secretly appreciate all the detail because I'm a detailed person.
We love you to pieces, little P. You're a bright star, and we enjoy this ride with you.

Wells,

You're growing so fast. You're a fast walker now, and there's more walking than crawling now. You say mama, dada, nana, and a few others I can't recall right now. There's a definitely love for Mickey when you get a chance to watch, but much like the fourth child, the older siblings have control of the remote. You honestly don't seem to care, you're just smitten to be among them.
Eating is your hobby, and the output continues to amaze me. You eat more than any two of your siblings combined.
Cheese has been a huge favorite, but we've cut out dairy. Last week you had a lot of cheese and yogurt, and your eczema was the worst yet. I'm not sure if it was uncomfortable, but it looked awful. It was all over your chest and back. Red and raised and scaly looking. I cut out dairy once I realized it was probably the instigator, and the eczema is going away. This really stinks because you scream for yogurt and cheese when you see it. Thankfully I can distract you with a banana or larabar.
You're a rough little chunk, and you love to be in on the night time wrestling matches.
Come bedtime (7:30), we brush your teeth and head to bed. Once the thumb goes in your mouth and your ear is grabbed, you're almost out for the night. Like P, you suck the thumb. Like M, you rub your ear. Ironic. Or genetic, I'm not sure.
As much as you like being part of the action, you're also pretty easy. As long as I carry you instead of seating you in the grocery cart, we can get a good Publix run. My arms may shake at the end, but you've been held and downed at least 2 food pouches we opened in store. Cashiers always chuckle at the empty pouches on the conveyor belt.
You're in 18-24 month clothes, and I can't keep up with your growth! Mac's seasons are a bit off from yours. The result is lots of layers as we try to figure out crazy weather trends. Except shoes. You hate them. Grandmas at Publix get a rise out of you not wearing shoes. I mean I put slippers on you, but they come off and are in my purse. Priorities, people. We need groceries.
You're the perfect piece to our puzzle, and we all adore you, Wellsy.

I Can Breathe

This year seems anew to me. Pretty obvious as it is a new year. But this time it is different. I will turn another decade, my faith is a continual journey for which I am excited to see where He leads, I'm learning to appreciate people and things in a different light, and I feel like I can finally breathe.

We've introduced two children into our home every other year since 2011. I forget that isn't 'norm', and our journey to parenthood and a family of six is definitely not cookie cutter. This is all I know. For a while after having twins, I lived in survival mode. I just wanted to get through each minute/hour/day. I couldn't look to the next meal or day without incredible anxiety and even resentment. Two babies is HARD WORK. It's cute and ideal, but friends, it isn't pretty. So there I lived.. survival. 

As I was gaining ground, we introduced Lilly Scott as a sibling and daughter. Mac and Paisley were 10 months old, and we were welcoming a 6 year old into our home. I was so scared of what I would do now. I could finally manage, and my world rocked again. Not with a baby, but a child who had a whole world of needs that I wasn't even aware of how to give.

The message at church the day after the decision was made to bring LS home floored me. It was everything I needed to hear. I wept with thanksgiving as I remembered I wasn't alone. I was (am) part of a mighty plan that is so, SO much bigger than me. He is alongside me, and I just have to be intentional about making room for Him. You see, that anxiety and worry I struggle with... it isn't from Him. It's actually from an enemy who wants to steal Christ's glory in all things. 

Fast forward to 2013. We are having another baby! Yes! No. Oh.NO! I was scared. We were loving our precious family, and God changed it. Jordan reminded me at our first ultrasound of God's promise that we aren't given more than we can handle. When I decided to stop believing Satan and start relying on that faith I had exercised with Jesus, I was okay again. Sure, it took time, but I'm merely a servant. It's not all about me.

Now, in 2015, I have been given such an extension of grace. It is a beautiful thing. I've lived in a 'survival mode' since Wells' birth. It's so easy to put Jesus in a box. I'll let him teach me about ______ and ________ but no way is this an open area. That's my truth. That's what I did, even without realizing it. Then it hit me that I don't want to live like that. He meant so much more for me. It's okay if I don't have everything accomplished, but I need to let go of that guilt. GRACE, my friends, grace. It's a beautiful, magnetic, miraculous thing. It is so easy to receive if we just call upon Him. 

This morning I'm home with a pink eye victim who is napping. I got to spend time in quiet and scripture with a cup of joe. I open last week's study and re-read about hard grace. Ann Voscamp writes: 

God is always good and I am always loved... the pain that is given, give thanks for it, and transform it into a joy that fulfills all emptiness... This (is) the hard eucharisteo. The hard discipline to lean into the ugly and whisper thanks to transfigure it into beauty. The hard discipline to give thanks for all things at all times because He is all good...

Amen. This is from her devotion book One Thousand Gifts, devotion 26. It is a beautiful piece straight to my heart over the recent years as change went faster than I could grasp. 

In my whirlwind, I have decided not to live on the brink. I have asked Jesus to save me from being overwhelmed, and He has. I.can.breathe. I have a renewed love for cooking, grocery shopping, cleaning, and organizing. I intentionally put all things aside to teach and cherish my four little bits. They teach me about love, kindness, and truth. He saw me here, today. He knew it all along even when I was spinning in the hamster wheel that I put myself inside. After sharing my heart on this day, let me pause to thank Him for all things. He is so good, so pure, and I want to know Him better every minute. 

Thank you for reading with me today. Please let me know how I may walk alongside you. 

as always,

ashley 

Edit 1: Let me also share that Wells turning one was also part of the reconditioning of my mindset. So if you're in the midst of baby/child/life chaos, please persevere and know there is a light in the end. I have people who reminded me that the hard stuff is a phase. If your days aren't the brightest, rest in knowing there is a bigger plan, and persevere. You aren't alone. :o)

Edit 2: I forgot something so exciting!! In 2015... something will happen. I don't know what, but my heart is being prepared for something. Maybe not even in 2015, but this excitement is coming from one who keeps His promises, always. 

Happy #9, Lilly Scott!

I will always say it: I can't believe you're another year older. You have grown, changed, shared, and so much more in this year. This year you took to swimming like a fish, sharing your heart filled with Jesus, practiced a budget of give, save, spend, taught the younger siblings, and more I can't even put on paper.

Your favorite colors are pink and blue, and you love dolls and Barbies. This year you saved up for a dollhouse, and in December we made the big purchase.

You developed sweet friendships with girls on the swim team, and you improved your times and strokes greatly. You loved it being a team atmosphere but being alone in the water. It gave you time to be in your own world, which you crave daily. Your imagination soars minute by minute as you can turn the simplest piece of something into a creative work of art for your playtime.

This year we met your favorite Disney princess, Elsa of Arendale as well as several other princesses we adore. You also rode your first real roller coaster, and that was also the last for that trip. I'm thankful we have a picture!

Reading has been huge for you this year, and you've met so many of those goals. Each book you check out gets thicker, and we are encouraging you to finish one of them this time. ;o)

I took you on one date to Starbucks and Target... Every mom's go to and dream, little me.

You make us laugh even at your contagious giggles.

Third grade has nothing on you as you've grown and accepted responsibilities at school and home. While balancing extra curricular activities, you've made us so proud. School, homework, swimming, dishwasher unloading, sweeping, bathroom cleaning, vacuuming, writing thank you notes, journal writing.. these are just a few of the areas you have accomplished in your eighth year. Be so proud of how much you have grown and learned, and that your heart is pure with love and compassion for others.

This year we had a skate party, and you were surrounded by all the love and attention.

matching cousin shirts

 The next day, your actual birthday, we went to church and lunch. Our bunch and friends joined us to celebrate you.

 We love you and are so excited where this ninth year takes you!!

-mom and dad

I Have a Fix!

Okay so I promised myself I would keep this secret, but I am failing myself. Little by little, I share my new favorite find. I've enjoyed this find so much, I decided to write about it, because I know everyone who takes advantage of this opportunity will also have a fix.

What is this amazing fix I have?! It's called Stitch Fix. Friends, this service is so cool. Stitch Fix fits within EVERY budget and timeline, and who doesn't love opening a box of personalized goodies?! How does it work? Well you'll create a style profile by rating outfits they have posted-- like it, love it, it's okay, hate it, etc. Then you'll put in your sizes, share any insecurities, and voice features you are more comfortable showing.

Then schedule your fix to come as often as you'd like. I have chosen monthly to get me through the holidays, and then I'll slow down until Spring. This can always be adjusted based on what we prefer. Super flexible, which I need and love.

When you schedule Stitch Fix, make sure to share with the stylist if there's a particular item you want or need, an occasion, or any other preferences for your closet. Also share if there are any pieces to avoid.

For the budget, tell the stylist what you are comfortable spending on pants, tops, dresses, and accessories. There's a $50 range to choose from ($50-100, $100-150, etc).

THEN THE BOX COMES! Ahhh! Not only are there 5 surprises inside, but there's a personalized note and styling pics and tips for how to dress up or down each item in the box.

The ONLY fee that has been paid is a $20 styling fee, but the $20 is applied to ANY item(s) kept in the fix. So of the 5 items that come in each box, if I choose a $48 sweater, I will only pay the remaining balance of $28.

I appreciate that Stitch Fix is personalized, fits into our budget, and helping me shop. I get to try on everything from home with my current closet pieces, and it's something that isn't from my usual go to stores. I get bored of the same places, and I don't love wearing something that 374 other people have.

You've got the fix and don't love it a couple pieces, now what? Each box comes with a prepaid polymailer. Whatever you choose not to keep, put it in the mailer, and drop in the mailbox. Then get online and tell the stylist what you thought of each piece. The more feedback provided the better each next fix will be.

Then check out the item(s) chosen to keep, and strut.your.stuff! 

Here are two tops and a pair of black pants I've kept from my two boxes.

I love this green tunic, it's a great fabric that breathes well. I actually don't have scoliosis, but it was awkward to pose for whatever kiddo wanted to take a picture.

PLEASE post if there are any questions :o) Happy to help!

as always,

ashley

Mom's In Charge

Jordan goes on a yearly Vegas trip. He talks a big game about making it a twice a year trip, and one day that won't put me in hibernation when he returns. The age our kids are now is hard to do solo. After he returns I want to sleep for the following week, but all moms know that isn't going to happen. Unfortunately, he wants to sleep for a week too, but apparently no one sleeps in Vegas. Crazies. Sometimes I long for a trip to do nothing but sleep and eat, but definitely not pack on lbs.

This year I lucked out by having my big brother Jeff and his love come visit. Jordan left Thursday morning, and they didn't get to Chattanooga until Saturday afternoon. So it was touch and go for about 55 hours. ;-)

Uncle Jeff is an absolute champion for my kids. He adores them, and they definitely reciprocate those feelings. It touches my heart to see him on the floor with them, or running around with one or the other on his shoulders.

Amy and I went for a spa afternoon once we put the kiddos to nap Saturday afternoon. 

 Then we came home to Uncle Jeff with every kid awake. We played outside and ate a yummy asian cuisine for dinner.

The next day we went to the park and played. Oh, what fun!

During Sunday's nap, Amy and Jeff took Lilly Scott to the salon for a pedi and mani. I was a little bit jealous. ;o)

We had a great time, and I laughed so hard at Jeff's jokes and stories. It was a great visit, and if they promise to come back, Jordan might be able to go on an extra trip. Maybe.

as always,
ashley

Wells.Is.ONE!

Sweet baby boy Wells. When Mac and Paisley turned 1, I cried and grieved for their babyhood. Now that I've been through it, I know that you're still a little dumpling-- not yet a toddler. That kept me from hiding in the closet and sobbing like I did in 2006 and 2011.

You have found your survival personality, little boy. I know when you're angry, hungry, or just over it. You'll straighten your legs and let out an extended grunt. But then I give a tickle, and those dimples quickly appear.

Words: Dada is definitely your favorite word. The stairs have caught your attention, and you think it's hilarious to crawl to them, turn to look at me, and say, "No no no no no..." in a cute voice, except you're totally making a joke of my discipline. Not cool, little buddy.
Here's a face you make all the time. It's so cute and I finally captured it. As you wrinkle that button nose, there's this nasal-filled, monotone hum that comes out.

My obsession (besides your chunky legs and tickling you) is bonnets. A boy bonnet, yes sir. It's classic, traditional, and southern. You're a doll in anything, but you'll wear a bonnet until Dad absolutely cuts them off, which I'm confident is sooner rather than later.

 

We have discovered you love cheese, just like Paisley. Grilled cheese has become a staple at the high chair. Other favorites are applesauce, bananas, almond milk, chicken, egg yolk (the whites bother your tummy), and anything sweet.

The big birthday party was in Murfreesboro so our family and family friends could celebrate with us. We made a weekend of it with the Allen family Thanksgiving, and it was very fun. You are oh so loved and celebrated, baby W. 

We went to The Pfunky Griddle where everyone indulged on pancakes and individual toppings.

You crashed at the end of the party so cake was with cousins the next day. All cousins tasted and enjoyed the baked goodness.

We love you SO SO very much, little guy. Thank you for a fabulous FIRST year, and you are the perfect addition to our family. Dad, me, LS, Mac, and Paisley adore you to pieces.

-mom