In My Arms

Here you lay, in my arms. 

Quietly breathing. It's truly one of the best moments in my day as your mama bear. To see your eyes flutter and finally relax into a deep sleep, to hear the tiny noises, hums, heavy sighs and to imagine the stirrings of your thoughts. 

To watch your belly rise and fall with each breath, it's all a mother's joy. To remember when you fit within the boundaries of my arms, cocooned in warmth and fresh newborn smell, and to now see your legs and feet strewn off our favorite gliding chair - your feet dangling below. How fast the time does go. 

It's amazing to watch you grow. To see you move and think and love and show, your love for others so very apparent, stopping to hug and needing affection is one of my favourite things about you, my dear. The way you bow your head towards a friend, requesting a forehead kiss. The way you crawl all over us, resting your head on shoulders or bellies or backs or arms, resting in moments of kindness, melts away any dread from any day. 

To know you are a gift, entrusted to two people, to raise and care for, to watch over and let go of, is the greatest adventure of all - a mystery I will always be unfolding in you, my son. You keep my days filled of play, my nights full of midnight might, my mornings full of smiley glory and my life full of Christ.

365 Days Old.

Your Birth Story

Dear Canon,

I am writing this with you resting on my chest, just 19 days after you were born. 

At 7:26a on the morning of your birthday, I ran to the restroom! You must have kicked in just the right direction because my water broke.  It wasn’t a gush of water like in the movies, but I knew exactly what was happening since I couldn’t stop it!  Your Daddy asked me what was happening and I said, “I think my water just broke!” He excitedly began to get dressed and called church to let them know he wasn’t going to be making it in for work.  We packed the car with all the essentials: gatorade, your diaper bag, all our overnight gear, etc...oh and the car seat of course!  We nervously prayed on the way to the hospital: for your health, for all the healthcare professionals that we would encounter, for my and your doctor, for the labor and delivery... everything we could think of.  We called both of your grandparents to let them know, Grandma Docter got in the car straight away and drove from Sarasota, and Pop Pop came after he got off work.  Daddy called Great-Grandma Esther in California at 5am her time, so she was a little shocked to get the phone call, but once she comprehended what was happening she got very excited and said she’d be praying for us the whole day and couldn’t wait to hear the good news that you were born!

Once we got to the hospital, Daddy and I parked the car and rode the elevator up to the third floor.  I wasn’t in any pain *yet* so I was able to answer all the nurses questions and fill out paper work pretty easily but water was still leaking, so that was kind of interesting.  Once they checked us in, they wheeled us over to Labor and Delivery Room #6, where you would be born. Because this was a Wednesday, and I had been dialated at 2cm since the Thursday beforehand, they started me on a medicine called “Pitocin” to help us meet you quicker.  It made Mommy’s contractions come more consistently and with great intensity!  Even though labor was more painful at this point, I was still measuring at 2cm several hours into the day. With the pain very intense at this point, we decided to get an epidural to help Mama’s relax and rest.  Linda, our nurse, was such a wonderful help, but especially during the epidural.  Because the medicine had to go into Mama’s spinal cord, it was very important to stay still.  But in order to do so, she had to sit up bent over (with a big belly, that’s hard to do) and not move even during contractions.  Linda helped Mama hug a pillow and lean into her with her arms around me so as to be as still as possible.  It took about 40 minutes for the anesthesiologist to find the epidural space and successfully get the medicine inserted. (Sidenote: I honestly don’t know what I would have done without her and your Daddy’s support.  She told me exactly what was going on and exactly what I needed to do during each portion of labor.)  Your Daddy kept things light, making jokes, making Mommy smile, and taking lots of video and pictures.  He was so hungry all day long, but didn’t eat because he knew I wasn’t allowed to.  He probably consumed a dozen granola bars so that he wouldn’t pass out but I sure appreciated his committed and encouraging heart. 

Sometime before the epidural, Pastor Mark Compton came to see us.  He didn’t realize how far along I was at that point so I think he was a little shocked to see Mama in so much pain.  He talked with your Daddy for a little while, and prayed for us, holding Mama's hand.  It was so kind of him to stop by and strengthened your Daddy & me to endure the day with his prayer.  

After getting the first epidural, Mama was pain-free for about an hour.  Then she began to feel contractions again on the right side of her body.  Because the medicine works with gravity, Linda (our nurse) propped up Mama's left side, thinking having it elevated would help get the medicine to the right side.  This helped for a little while, but not for long.  At first the pain was minimal, but then Mama wasn’t able to talk through contractions, Linda said that that wasn’t normal.  She said we could either wait and see if they got better, or to try and remove the medicine catheter and try again.  She recommended trying again so that Mama could relax and have enough strength for your delivery.  The second epidural wasn’t nearly as difficult to get as some of the pain was relieved on Mama's left side.  Once again, we were pain free for a short time, but then the pain on the left side returned, with the right side now being pain free.  Apparently Mommy has scoliosis - curvature of the back - so it makes it very difficult for getting medicine to work evenly.  At this point, however, Mama had relaxed enough when the medicine did work that she measured 9 3/4 cm.  Just 1/4 more centimeter and we could start to push!

It was about 5:15 when our Doctor showed up for the second time that day.  On her way in the door she noticed the twelve pack of Diet Mountain Dew that we brought for her.  At Mama’s last appointment she joked about loving that soda, so we took her at her word and brought her some!  She loved us for it and was so blessed by such a silly gesture.  After laughing about that, she said she wanted Mama to practice pushing a couple times to see if that would make her feel the need to push.  Mama never did feel any sensation to really want to push, like some other Mommies do so we had to follow their lead.  Contractions were coming at about every other minute at this point, lasting about a minute, so it was getting very tiring.  The delivery process began at around 5:35.  In order for us to meet you, Mama had to push four times, for ten seconds long each time, while holding her breath.  Daddy was on our right side holding Mama's foot and counting to ten for us each time, and Linda was on our left holding Mama's other foot and head.  Mama had to put her chin to her chest with each push, and hold her knees back with her hands.  About 40 minutes into pushing, I remember seeing your Daddy get very still.  He stopped counting and Mama squeezed his arm and told him: “Keep counting!”  Daddy told Grandma Docter, Linda, and our doctor that towards the end, someone else would have to count because he wouldn’t be able to.  Mama thought that was so sweet.  Daddy kept waiting with each push, so joyfully expectant of your birth and arrival. He kept telling Mama how awesome and amazing she was.  He couldn’t believe how strong Mama was and what a great job she was doing.  It was so great to have Daddy's whole support, have him be so proud of you and Mama, and see him so excited to meet you.  I’ve never seen him more calmly nervous in our life.  He wasn’t scared or sick, just calm and ready to meet you, his first baby boy.  Grandma, too, helped excitedly count with the everyone, telling me I was doing great, while Grandpa waiting in the hallway, silently praying every time he heard a contraction coming on.

About 15 minutes before you were born, Mommy began to get very tired.  Doctor "S" decided to use the vacuum to help me and you out.   

At 6:29p you were born. They wrapped you in a towel to warm you up and put you on my chest right away.  You didn’t make much noise, so I kept asking you to cry so we could hear your sweet voice.  Once the cord that connected us stopped pulsating, Daddy cut the cord - I was so happy he wanted to be a part of that.  They put you back on my chest, but I was pretty tired and weak so Daddy held you.  He just stared at your sweet face, smiling.  I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw you for the first time, so in love.  Mama doesn’t really remember too much else other than exhaustion, hunger and a heart full of love.  After Daddy held you for a little while, they took you over to the warming tray, cleaned you up, and put a diaper on you.  Daddy, Grandma, & Pop Pop all stared at you, talking to you while you were being dressed, and took lots of pictures and video.  Mommy got to hold you once she was done being taken care of and you nursed right away for over an hour whilst eating a cheese burger!  You had lots of visitors right away:  Lauren, Candace, Kendyl, Alex. Everyone watched you get your first bath after they transferred us to the Mommy & Baby suites.  You didn’t like it very much, but once they put you in the warming tray you sprawled out like you were getting a suntan.  The warm lights must have put you right to sleep.  Every once and a while your whole body would jerk and then you’d slowly lower your arms and legs down.  The nurse who bathed you said it was because your central nervous system was still developing and would be for a few weeks.  It was so funny to see you do this, Daddy said it looked like your were throwing up peace signs in the air.  After you dried off and were warmed up nicely, Grandma and Pop Pop got to hold you and they were so in love right away.  

Once all the excitement calmed down and everyone went home, Daddy went to sleep, they took you to the nursery, and Mommy tried to sleep.  After such a tiring day, all Mama could think about what everything that had just happened and her mind just couldn’t shut off: She could still hear what your heart beat sounded like on the monitors, the gushing bump bump bump.  She still felt like she was in labor for some reason and only slept for 2 hours that first night since the nurses had to keep taking her blood pressure and checking on her to make sure I was recovering well.  The next morning Daddy went and got coffee for us, and since Grandma stayed the night at our house, she came back to see you again for the day.  Miss Niki came to meet you, bringing balloons and a baby blanket she bought for you.  Miss Mary & Alex came, and Mr. Rus after he got off work... Pastor Marc & Sarah, and Miss Lucia.  Morgan, Jordan, Hope, & Kaleb all REALLY wanted to meet you right away in the hospital, but their parents made them wait until a few days after we brought you home.  

On Friday, May 25th Daddy and I brought you home.  We drove so carefully and were so gentle putting you in the car seat and making sure you were safe.  The first night you were up until 3:45.  You didn’t like sleeping on your back in your bassinet so Mommy & Daddy finally decided to let you sleep on Pop Pop’s chest for a few hours so that they  could get a little sleep.  It made Mommy a little worried to let you sleep on his chest but we were so tired that we had to trust Jesus that you would be okay!  

Above all, Canon James, from the day you were born, we loved you with ALL our hearts.  You are perfect, and we are loving getting to know you.  We are so honored to be your parents. 

Love, 

Mommy & Daddy

Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy.

Four Months Shy

My littlest little baby boy turned eight months old this week.  Time is whizzing by.  I still remember seeing him just a few days old, sitting in the car seat on our front porch fresh from the hospital, so tiny.  That first week we did everything as a team, from filing his nails to giving baths it was all a learning curve.  But we got good at things and so did he.  Long ago are the days when he would play under his hanging toys batting away at plush owls and squirrels for hours.  Now his favorite pastimes are jumping himself silly and making his way around the living room via rolling, circling, or scooting backwards.  He enjoys big boy baths trying to grasp at the water and now reaches for whomever isn't holding him.  He can't be held for much longer than a few minutes, busy busy busy are his mind and hands.   He loves to grasp at anything, touching and figuring out different textures. Short are the days ahead when his hind will propel him and the baby gates will go up. 

Parenting truly is bittersweet.  As he babbles Da-Da and laughs histerically when he's over tired, I can't help but remember the days when he would often nap under his play mat, or rest in my arms - his head no bigger than my hand.  He used to just lay on the changing table; getting him ready was a total one person job.  Now he's so wiggly he practically dresses himself, plunging each limp into it's respective hole with each wriggle. He loves to bang his chubby hands on any near by surface, swirl his ankles in excited circles and giggles gutterly anytime I shimmy pants on his legs.

As he learns and understands so much more of this world, my mind plans for all the new things he's yet to learn.  At the same time, my mind travels backwards remembering when he couldn't roll over, rarely smiled, or expressed anything but funny little animal sounds.  It so surreal to watch this little boy grow.  I have a feeling that won't ever change.  God:  Thank you for this beautiful, beautiful boy.  He is such a blessing to his parents and we are so blessed that you chose US to raise, guide, and direct his steps.  We pray You will continue to guide and direct ours so that he may grow to be strong, good, noble, and a lover of You.  We thank you for each day you have given us with him and each day in the future.  We love you Lord and thank you daily for Canon James.  Amen.

Half A Year

My baby is 6 months old.  Where has the time gone?  I know it's cliche, but really, I know it was just last week we brought him home from the hospital.  I remember when there was still 12 inches of empty space above his little head in his car seat.  Now his feet stretch past the edge and his head sits so much higher.  I still remember the first night he came home.  Crying and crying til 4:30a as Pete & I hunched over his bassinet unsure of what to do.  He ended up on Grandpa's chest for a couple hours that wee morning so we could rest.  I guiltily cried myself to sleep hoping Canon would awake in the morning, knowing in my heart God that would protect him, but fresh in my hospital head that babies should only sleep in "safe" places!  Well that went out the window when for 72 hours I got maybe three hours of sleep and my entire body was in the type of pain only new mama's know about.  

I also remember crying for three weeks straight at the drop of a hat.  My mom's mopping floors?  Tears flowed.  I leave Canon at home with Pete for the first time to go buy shoes at Target? Cried at the stop sign 100 feet away.  I don't miss that, but I do miss his tiny little hands measuring no longer than my thumb, his sweet wrinkly just-born-toes, his dark brown hair that shortly fell out, and his deep, deep blue womb eyes that hardly ever opened those first few weeks.  

Now he's a giggly, babbling boy who has favorite toys, would jump 'til dawn if we let him, and loves to have his diaper changed.  He can sit up with little assistance, loves to do his baby push-ups in the morning, and loves scruffy Daddy kisses.  He has a belly laugh that is undeniable, wills eat absolutely anything you put on a spoon, and is the apple of our very eyes.

With this season of Christmas coming upon us, I can only now fully realize the true reason of the season and what a great miracle the birth of our Savior was.  Props to Mary for having Jesus in a CAVE, ALONE, with the smell of MANURE in the air.  Seriously.  I would have been throwing hay and screaming, but somehow in my mind, I don't think that's how Jesus came to be on this earth.  It would have be so neat to witness all the animals lowing, knowing instinctively to behave.  Even they worshipped in this way!  What a beautiful baby boy he must have been in Mary's arms, eyes wide and so in love with his young mother.  A joyful chorus must have escaped her lips, as does every mother's when a babe is place in her arms.  I hope they have big screens in heaven, because that's one I'll be sure to watch over and over.  Did the sheep baaaah or were they silent?  How about Joseph?  Was he nervous and pacing about, unsure of how to support Mary?  Or was he appointed a supernatural loving calmness from the Holy Spirit?  Oh to have been a horse fly on the cool wall of that cave.

With all this in the back of my mind this season, I want time to slow down and this sweet little boy to stay little forever, but I also can't wait for the future.  To think of what next year will be like at this time is a fun thought to entertain for sure.  To picture Canon silently fixated on twinkling lights and maybe even hear him say "Oooooh pretty" will stir such a magical spirit in both of our hearts.  To see him help Pete pick out a Christmas tree and follow his short chubby stature as he runs around pointing at them all... seeing his face as he tastes his first candy cane.... letting him help his mama count down the days to his Saviors birth with an ornament advent calendar, I can't wait.

But for now I'll take the snuggles.  I'll hug and kiss and cup this sweet baby boy in my arms and I will him to stop growing but just for a moment.  I treasure his gummy two-tooth smile and the spirits he uplifts with his demeanor.  He is such a blessing to our family and so darn cute it's impossible not to fall in love.  I'll forever relish in his tight morning anxious-hungry hugs and two-sneeze coos always followed by a smile.  Sneezing is only a fun pastime for so long right?  

I hope you too remember to cherish the little things this season.  The magic and wonderment of little ones, the joy of their parents and grandparents, the nip in the air, the warmth of the fireplace, and the sound of carols.  As the song goes, 

Christmas time is here

We'll be drawing near

Oh, that we could always see

Such spirit through the year.

Merry Christmas to you and yours this season.

Love,

The Randalls

Saturday Thrift Finds, Muffins, & Backseat Diaper Changes

There's nothing I love more than the thrill of a deal.  Add Trader Joe's Pumpkin muffins, fresh coffee, and a baby who doesn't mind having his diaper changed in the back seat and you got a perfect Saturday morning treasure hunt.  The invigorating super-hero quality of respectfully wheelin' and dealin' or the incredibly underpriced gem no one else has spotted or cared to take home - I love em' both.  All of our marriage, I have always tried to by "thrifty" in designing our home.  We have never bought anything brand new, save our IKEA bed frame costing us just one and a half Benjamin's and a few other clearance items.  My initial approach was just to pinch-pinch-pinch pennies and often times I bought things for cheap just because they were cheap.  After moving five times, I have come to love the art of "pairing down" and only buying things we love, trying to practice the phrase "All You Need Is Less." Although our home isn't exactly empty of "things" I would say there isn't an excess of "much."  Any purchase is now carefully thought through, decided and agreed upon by the both of us, and lovingly chosen.  Here are a few of my favorite things most recent finds.

Seven dollars in wooden empty & unwanted picture frames will shortly help me finish another Pinterest project.  For our five year anniversary we took a short road trip to Savannah, GA.  I noticed a few of the shops we loved to visit had uniquely designed brown paper bags that I, for some reason or another, can't ever just throw out.  I re-use them as lunch bags, cut them up to wrap a gift, or carry things from here to there.  I know, I know, what about the "needing less" philosophy? This infringes in the, frugality clause which I also abide by that states, "I paid for this when I bought something to put inside of it," so why not re-use it? So, on our next trip or the next time we discover a great brown bag, you can bet that sucker will be slapped behind a frame.  I plan to do an entire wall Young House Love style, with bags, napkins, menus, etc... all in the "brown bag" family. 

Here's a little cutie we picked up this morning - find of THE YEAR.  I can not express the joy my pitter-pattering heart boom boomed as I spotted the little green sticker reading $1.  "This can't be....seriously?  Somebody made a mistake."  Nope.  No mistake.  Just a little gold mine the elderly man selling it thought no one would want.  Dead wrong.  I love everything about it.  The shelves have a sweet doily-esque detail that you would find on the sheet metal  used to cover an old ceramic heater...  However, the sweet wire shelves under the push handles leave me curious.  Stemware?  Tea boxes?  Anyone know what they were used for?  

Here she is in her new home.  I'm swooning in all her rusty-metal-caster love.

 Here's the cheapest finds of the day.  Pete and I have been on a major duck dynasty kick and we recently watched the episode where they bought a vineyard and drank their failure mallard merlot out of these babies.  I had seem them before but thought, "Ah I could just make those with some candle sticks."  But why make them when someone (selling stuff out of a storage unit) wants to sell it to you for 50 cents?  No glass cutting/melting for me baby.  Lastly, the little owl friend was a last minute impulse I made after wiggling my price down for the chair pictured below.  At 25 cents, I couldn't refuse.

 And here, all you crazy kittens, is the new love of my life.  Marked at $8 but sold for $6, if ere' there were a chair to bring to a deserted island, she'd be the one I'd pick.  Tiffany Blue with almost flawless upholstery, two twin tufted buttons, and mint condition wood can stir just about every emotion of joy in this mama's heart.  Picture me - carrying this over head, Rocky style, (not you Aunt Rock) with little sparrows following my lead... Okay a little dramatic, but you get the idea.  She's a beaut.  We plan to add casters to her four pretty little legs so that she'll be standard table height.  She's sure to be a favorite come dinner party time.

What makes your heart flutter?  Fiesta dinnerware?  Mid-century modern tulip chairs?  Atomic era coffee tables?  Share the goods.  I'll be sure to let you know when we complete the task of furnishing our newly DIYed table.  Six more chairs to go!

Christmas Portraits!

Tis the season to be jolly and jolly they are!  Meet the Schweizer family!  I had the most fun shooting with them on a beautiful crisp fall Florida day!  Their papa in the Marines and is deployed, so they decided to take pictures "with him" in this way and I thought it was the sweetest idea! Obviously, these kids are lots of fun, so my job was a pretty easy - I just snapped away while they laughed and rolled around in the grass.  Thank you Schweizer family for a such beautiful photo session! I hope you had as much fun as I did!

Coffee & Plans

New Prints Up in the Shoppe!  Please, if you have any requests, I will be happy to come up with a design for you!  I heart graphic design and would love to make you something you will love.  The coffee cup print is designed to be a 5X7 but can easily be enlarged up to 11x14.  There are also two more color options which can be seen via here.  The second print is designed to be 8X10, but also can be enlarged.  Hope you love them as much as I love making them!

Oh Christmas Tree.

Making these tonight!  

I'm so excited I might watch a Christmas movie along with it!

Final products will be sold in the Shoppe!

Knock On Wood

The months after I was proposed to, and the days counting down to our wedding, it was my sole mission in life to obtain anything and everything we possibly might need for our future place of dwelling.  Who needs measurements or paint swatches when you've got nowhere to lay your head?  Craigslist, garage sales, and thrift stores were no longer safe.  Me, a betrothed and not yet edited-in-her-design-choices young bride ran rampant with the desire to furnish, design, and fill a home the moment I said. "I do."  Second-hand was my middle name.  Any opportunity of a deal was pounced upon.  Personal preference was often sacrificed out of necessity.  A choice that was an exception to this rule was our dining room table set.  I loved it from the moment I discovered it when a friend of ours was moving and selling it.  Little did I know, my husband-to-be liked his feet firmly planted on the ground when he eats, as opposed to dangling at bar height.  It's the little things that matter right?  So for the last five years I have lost sleep over this inconvenience.  Just kidding.  It's been great, but we wanted something we both loved and would enjoy for years to come, many-a-children and dinner party down the road.

Fast forward to today.  We have moved five times in our five years of marriage.  All of our furniture choices remain the same as I still sit on the same couch we purchased the first year we were married.  A few additions have been made, a new television when one broke, a hand-me-down crib that we painted for our sweet little boy, garage sale finds and thrift store gems.... one thing remained: a table that never gets eaten on that can only afford two dinner guests. So what could be done?  Obviously buying new was out of the question since other necessities remain.  

Enter Pinterest's ever evolving ideas and these nifty little pinsperations.

Even with such great ideas, these inspirations didn't change the fact that we had pocket change to spend on comfortably seating eight to ten guests at the drop of a hat.  So the ideas churned and we discovered the ever-popular trend of re-purposing unwanted palettes.  The key word being un-wanted.  We did not steal or disguise ourselves in the wee hours of the night in order to obtain lumber.  We drove around during the day, called stores, and did it the honest way.  No, I'm not going to tell you where we found our stock because we have lots of building projects ahead! Okay, maybe I will... if you're nice.  

After obtaining the right size palette that we wanted to base our table off of, we then began to collect any and all salvageable extras so that when it came time to rip into them, we would have enough for an actual table top.  Research and learning from other blogger's experiences helped us understand the art of working with palettes - you'll need way more lumber than just the dimensions of your finished product.  Our table took three LARGE  deconstructed palettes, when in fact it could have easily been constructed with the lumber from just one and half, had they been in pristine condition.  But where's the fun in "looking new?"  We wanted old, used, beat-up, and rugged.  And that's exactly what we got. For FREE!

Without further ado here's a quick little tutorial to wrap up 20+ hours of our husband and wife table attack.  Hi-yah. 

1.  First we obtained the necessary lumber and then some. Three times the amount needed is what worked for us, but living in the sunshine state, anything left outdoors tends to take a beating, via rain or heat.

2.  Then, we deconstructed only surface slats, as seen below. 

Again, after reading other blogger's trials,  we learned to use a saw-zall instead of trying to pry the slats from the supporting perpendicular beams.  Pete simply took the saw-zall to the nails, leaving our three palettes looking like this and this:

3.  Once deconstructed, we decided which base looked sturdiest and went from there.  Pete stripped all three palettes of their top layer of shorter-length slats (where sod or other palette-hauled merchandise would sit). 

4.  Then we began to process of choosing which of said slats looked better for the wear. Then we placed the slats along the base we chose.  Believe it or not, they lined up PERFECTLY and we only ended up having to do minimal trimming at the end. Miracle number one.

5.  Then the tediousness that is the hand-sander began.  First we started out with a rougher-grit to get rid of the gnarlier slivers. After that I took two runs over all the slats and base with a finer 150 grit.  With my need to perfect a smooth surface, this took hours, but I had little chubby baby hands on the brain and wanted to protect those sweet fingers.  I also took careful measure to remove as many loose or protruding nails.

6.  Once the took-forever-sanding step was done-zo Pete proceeded to use a compressor-powered nail gun to adhere the table top slats to the base.  Cue the Tim Allen manly grunts.  He felt super awesome and so did I using the thing. At this point, our little, well big table looked like this.... pardon the poor iphone quality. I was took excited to grab the real deal.

7. After this it was leg time.  The scary part. The pass or fail part.  To best show how we attached the legs, here's a few photos.  We used a combination of: 

• 1.25 inch dry wall nails, since they have a little rigidity to them and will hopefully hang on a little better.  They were used in 3/4 of the leg attachment process. 
• Super short screws for the heads of the table underneath - pictured in the first photo on the far left group of four screws. We switched it up for only these four adhesions since the nails would end up going through the wood. 
• Super long screws to be screwed into each corner four times on the outside of the table, pictured last.  Screws also added a little bit of durability to the structural integrity. 
• Metal L reinforcements as recommended by our helpful hardware store worker.  Here's what she looks like underneath.

8.  Once the majority of the elbow grease was put in, we went ahead and sanded her down once more time, just for the safety of chubby baby fingers.  Here's a cute couple snap shots of us in all our saw dust glory. 

9.  From here it was smooth sailing....har har.  The next step was definitely the most fun and by far the most rewarding.  Stain time!  Since we were going for a more "reclaimed" look, we decided to go with a clear polyurethane sealer so we'd get that nice wet but not too new look.

Needless to say we are pretty pleased with ourselves having never DIYed anything, unless you call slapping paint on a wall DIY. She's a nine foot long, 3 1/2 foot wide miracle. 

Here's our budget breakdown: 

• Eight $2.50 metal brackets - $20.00 
• a box of drywall nails - $4.00 
• more nails for the nail gun - $4.00 
• stain - $11.00 
• 1 twelve foot long 4x4 for the legs $20.00
• 2 packs of hand-sander size sandpaper - $6.00
• 16 mini screws - $0.60
• TOTAL = $65.60 + some change.  Pretty awesome right?

Now comes to adventure of finding an eclectic set of eight chairs before Thanksgiving, since we plan on hosting it this year.  Here's to big tables, more than two dinner guests, and our very first and very successful DIY project!  Chair #1 = $2.00, hopefully the rest will be as affordable.  Garage sales, I'm on the prowl.

The Perfect Gift

Good Morning Friend!

Welcome to Little Wood Shoppe!  In this little corner of cyber space I hope you will enjoy my creative musings, day to day happenings with my family of three, and general wordiness that describes my life.  Thanks for taking the time to indulge in the mundanity!

All my life, I have always loved to create for people.  Whether it be handmade birthday cards when I was younger, mix tapes when I was a teen, to now personalized art, objects that just scream soneone’s name, or surprise brown boxes in the mail, I have always loved the art of gift giving.  I  love the look on a family or friend’s face when they relish in something you made for them, or found an item that they never knew they wanted until you bought it for them.  A simple comment made in passing to be later redeemed on a birthday or special holiday is my most favorite way of gift-giving because it shows that the giver listens to the little details and better than that, remembers them!  

To this day, the most memorable gift I have ever received was my very first film camera when I was sixteen years old.  The giver was of course my husband, but at the time, he was my twenty-year-old-heart-throb-boyfriend, and I was head-over-heels-seventeen.  He drove to my town to pick me up after celebrating Christmas with my own family (at the time I didn’t have a license). Once arrived, I found his family had waited all day to open presents with me!  The tradition of his family is to open one gift at a time, round robin style, and then throw the wrapping paper at one another – to this day we carry this tradition on and it has ebbed it’s way through my family as well – a fun holiday tradition.  

But, back to the point… during one of the round robin waves, I opened a pack of film and thought it odd, but didn’t want to show any peculiarity on my face, being I was trying to impress the fam back then…. They of course, knew that the film was an addition to a gift I had yet to open, and were all smiling on the inside, the way you do when you know something someone else doesn’t.  As the rounds shimmied  down to one, I was out of gifts but everyone else had one left.  Being so clueless to surprises as I was then, I just figured, well that was fun (as I watched each of them open their last gifts).  

They looked at me and questioned, “Where’s your last gift?”  

I bashfully remarked, “Oh I ran out.”

A chorus of voices replied, “Oh you have to find your last gift.”  

Slowly I rose to my feet and gave my boyfriend a look of bewilderment and slight embarrassment hoping the mystery gift wasn’t going to be so romantic that a flushed face was in my near future, with everyone around me watching.  As I roamed around looking for a wrapped box, we all played the hot and cold game until I stumbled upon a small box. I unknowingly shook it’s contents.  This sent up a roaring, “No!” tipping me off that what was inside could possibly be quite fragile.  As I returned to the chaotic-crumbled-paper-room all eyes are on me.  I slowly and carefully ripped into the paper, with unbelieving eyes.  I had never celebrated Christmas with a boyfriend before, so this was more than icing on the cake!  With him already owning a camera and dappled in photography, he hoped to one day be a professional.  I too took classes in high school and had always wanted to learn more about it, as well as share in this pastime with him.  After realizing it must have cost a great deal, hugs were exchanged and a thorough explanation of how to insert the film and what settings to use for different lighting.  

As the evening wound down, I remember feeling greatly cared for and greatly thought after.  I had never mentioned wanting to OWN my own camera, but maybe just mused at the idea of loving photography or loving spending time together in that fashion.  Shooting together would be so much fun now that we each were armed with our own creative arsenal.  Today we still share in the knowledge, ability, and love of  taking photos.

This only fanned the flame of my love for gift giving.  Since then, so many more thoughtfully, intentional  exchanges have taken place.  Even though so many things have changed since that day – a marriage, a family moving, a baby being born – I still love the connection of familiarity the perfect gift can bring.  Don’t you?  With the season of Christmas looming closely, I hope you’ll consider the thoughtfulness behind the gift.  Whether big or small, handmade or store bought, expensive or not, the perfect gift is just that: perfect for the receiver. Enjoy the opportunity.

Counting On Your Faithfulness

Often times I use this blog as a journal for myself to remember things that have happened in our life.  Today I writing for that reason, and also to encourage anyone whom this post may help.  Not many people know about a recent trial Pete & I endured.  On the exciting and happy day that Pete and I found out our little bean was a little boy, we also were informed that he has two cysts in the right hemisphere of his brain.  Being first time parents, although we were assured that it was nothing to fret about *yet* it was a little bewildering.  At first, the news didn't really set in, as we were so excited and joyful at the thought of a little boy.  But as the days went on before my next appointment to check on the cysts, I allowed anxiety to creep in.  Pete remained confident and reassuring to my blubbering episodes, and for that I am so thankful.

A little background information on the cysts:  they are called Choroid Plexus Cysts and are found in about %1-%3 of all ultrasounds.  They typically appear between 16 & 20 weeks resolve themselves at around 24 weeks.  The reason they raise any concern at all is that they are markers for Edwards Syndrome, i.e. Trisomy 18.  I will spare you any details of what these involve, you can research them on your own.  However, having only the cysts as a sole symptom, it is very unlikely of a child actually having Edwards Syndrome.  Other markers include club feet, fisted-hands unable to open, abnormalities within the heart, a small-measuring head, etc.... Canon had none of these other markers.  I am so thankful that his sole marker were these cysts.  Although my doctor assured me, that even if he had other markers, it would not necessarily mean he had Edwards.  The Lord was gracious to us in this area; if he had any other markers, I am not sure I would have been able to endure the following six weeks of waiting and check-ups with the little strength that I had.

At 24 weeks, I had an appointment at the hospital, as they needed a specialized nuero-cardial ultrasound M.D. to take a peek at our sweet boy.  Unfortunately, Pete wasn't able to be there with me, but a dear friend came and supported me.  I honestly had no anxiety and didn't think I would even need someone to sit beside me, but a few days before the ultrasound, I felt overwhelmed at what it could mean if the cysts were indeed still present.  I am so thankful that this close friend was able to support me throughout this long appointment.  Legally the ultrasound tech wasn't able to tell me anything as she was inspecting my son.  She took pictures of his heart for over an hour, while my friend and I sat in silence.  It was difficult to not be told "he's beautiful, he's growing so well, he's right on schedule" ... the typical things I was used to hearing at my Doctor's office.  Unfortunately, the cysts has not resolved themselves at this point. Because of this, I was asked to come back in two weeks so that they could check on him again to make sure they weren't growing or multiplying.  The only hope that I held onto those next two weeks was that one of the cysts has disappeared.  The Lord knew my anxious heart, knew my uncertainty, and He gave me a shimmer of hope.

Although the next two weeks were very hard to wait through, I leaned on the Lord, on His peace and that He knew all of this before Canon was ever a glint inside me.  I never became angry with the Lord, only scared for my son, which is still a sin as I was anxious.  I prayed daily for the Lord to remove my doubt, wept only once, gave it to the Lord and took assurance from my husband.  Pete kept reminding me, "God is still on the throne.  He isn't worried, He isn't pacing.  He knows, He cares, and He loves us. God is sovereign."  I am so thankful for the worship music that God placed in my life during these two weeks, for the encouraging words from close family and friends that knew the inner-workings of the situation, and for God's peace.

Two weeks later, 26 weeks along, I made my way back to hospital alone.  My friend offered to be there, but I didn't want to take up another 2-3 hours of her time, and I also wanted to go alone, knowing that God was with me.  I can not explain the amount of peace I had.  There was no room for the devil on that car ride to the hospital.  I worshipped Jesus, I prayed, and I went into my appointment with a clear mind.  I had already prepared my heart for the cysts to still be present and but I held onto the promise that God was in control.  I was also so excited to just see my little boy's face again.  I was SO blessed to be able to see him in 3D/4D - an unexpected blessing that Pete and I wouldn't have been able to otherwise enjoy.  With confidence, I joyfully cried at the beautiful sight of my son: he sweetly posed for several shots (he must know who his parents are).

No cysts were found, no new developments discovered.  I rushed to Pete's work and showed him the dozens of pictures of our son and told him the exciting news.  Although Pete was a steady rock for me during this period of time, I saw relief and joy in his face as he saw his son in 3D/4D for the first time.

Thank you Lord for protecting our son.  Thank You for the mercy bestowed upon us.  Thank You that he is healthy, growing, and perfectly on track.  Thank You for the heart You have tenderly woven inside of him and for the plan You have for him.  Thank You for every movement, hiccup, and sign of life You assure me with daily.  We give You Canon, Lord.  We surrender our will for his life.  We pray for a safe delivery, a healthy baby boy, and a joyful time of becoming a family.  Thank you for this blessing and for the opportunity to be parents - what a great responsibility it is.  We love you, amen.

Just for Kicks

Dear Canon,

    I am writing this down so that some day I can read these memories to you.  Yesterday marked 6 months of you being in my tummy.  We are getting ready for you, buying clothes and toys and all kinds of fun things.  Here's a couple of dates you did really cool things that  I want to remember.  On January 24th, just a few weeks after we found out who you were, your Daddy felt you kick for the first time.  It was kind of hard for him to feel, since you were still so tiny, but since then your kicks have gotten much stronger and you seem to be moving around all day long.  On January 31st, I got to SEE you kick from the outside of my belly for the first time.  My belly just looked like a bass drum, thumping with each movement you made.  You always seem to do neat things on Tuesdays, which also happens to be the day I count your age by, so it's neat to be reminded that even after you're born, you will learn new things every week: you're already changing so fast, I know will always amaze me!  On February 7th, just a week after I saw you kick for the first time, your Daddy got to see you kick too.  Your kicks are getting really strong, but sometimes only you and I know that your practicing your wrestling moves.  So far you weigh about a pound and half, but your doctor says you will gain about 4 ounces each week until the last month before you are born; then you'll gain a pound a week - YIKES!  Here's a picture of you inside my belly at six months.  I can't wait to take pictures of you outside of my belly, see your sweet face, and get to know you better.  I love you baby boy.

Much Love,

Mama