Modes of Transportation

When EJ and I purchased our family room furniture 6 years ago, I never imagined it would be used for such creative things. Now two kids later, it is no longer just a couch and chair. It might be a boat, garbage truck, plane, mail truck, fort, fire engine, train or today's pick, a race car. Yes, those are two booster seats from the mini van we got out for just this occassion :) The race car is one of the cleaner vehicles. The garbage and mail trucks require a lot more props.

Dad's birthday

We celebrated my dad's birthday this past weekend with a yummy dinner at PF Chang's. Happy Birthday Dad. We love you!
Then we all drove by Lissa and Alex's future new home (we hope). Their contract is contingent on the sell of their current house, so its a little too early to celebrate. We are excited because they'll be much closer to us :) Now they won't always have to come to our house. And the new house will be plenty big enough for holiday meals ;)

I LOVE that Owen wanted lettuce wraps for his dinner. He is such an amazing eater. What 5 year old orders lettuce wraps? Mason just stuck with the white rice. And it stuck to him, and the high chair and the table and the floors.

New Blog

I created blog and header for my dad, www.thehowardhouse.com. Anyone need a home in Urbanna, VA? I tried my hand at photography. If only my photography class in college had been with a digital camera :) A "point and shoot" for that matter.

Trusting

Over the past 9 months, I have entrusted my health/body to various physicians out of desperation. Whether PCP, Dentist, Oral Surgeon, Physical Therapist and now a Chiropractor. It feels like I am constantly placing myself in some one's hands (literally). But for some reason (perhaps stigma) I have felt the most vulnerable in the hands of a chiropractor. You would think surgery would have been scarier. I guess the anesthesia took care of those fears. Today, I anxiously went back for my second visit. Unlike, Friday I now knew what to expect and was nervous I'd wouldn't be able to relax. Needless to say my head is still attached and it didn't sound/feel nearly as bad the second time. It's not that the "adjusting" hurts, I just feel so vulnerable. The Dr. was very kind and understanding of my nerves and he claims by body is responding well. Notice, my hesitancy. It's hard to jump on board yet another regime.

So while, it may seem a silly thing to fret. It has been real to me. And it made me realize that all this time I have been forgetting that despite the earthly hands that try to fix me, it's really my Heavenly Father's hands that hold me close. He is still holding me even in those moments. His hands are the ones I need to trust and find my hope. The outcome is ultimately His, even when I question the path I am taking. So I am trying to trust and rest. Both of which my body so desperately needs.

Spoiled

We just got home from vacation on Tuesday.
Today, I had an amazing massage, a treat from my mom and dad.
The massage therapist thinks there is still hope for me ;)
The boys are spending the night with them.
EJ and I are going out for dinner.
I am in my own home in total silence.
I will attempt to get the house back in order (still haven't unpacked).
My first (ever) Chiropractic apt. tomorrow morning (a little nervous).