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An Even Exchange.

I've lost 16 pounds since December 31st... and Peter weighs 16 pounds. Woo--hoo! Follow my weight loss journey on my other blog fearfully & wonderfully made.

A New Room

Enjoying my "new" room! While Mike away the mice did play...We called it Extreme Room Makeover. The walls were painted. New bedding put on and a complete rearranging of furniture happened. It's not perfect... but it's AMAZING!!! I still have a little more to do but wanted to give you a sneak peak of what's to come. Keep in mind these pics were taken on my laptop using photobooth so what you see is actually the reverse of what it really is (mirror image).

Samuel's unexpected hospital visit (starting Monday) kind of delayed a few things I had planned to do but it really is amazing. Thank you for those who helped... a particular shout out to Laura Williams and Annie Johns! Ladies thank you for painting, your patience, and for watching children while I was in and out of the hospital with Samuel!

On a happy note... Samuel should be coming home today! Loving waking up with beautiful surroundings!

Hanging in bed with two of my boys!

My Model.


Who needs hair gel? I put soymilk in my hair.....
My love is in Georgia. Mike took a flight to Augusta yesterday. I miss him already! Making the most of the time apart. Absence makes the hearts grow fonder. Can't wait to see him Tuesday!!!!

Little Brother

Who you calling little?


Resting secure in God's promises.

Hebrews 6:13-20 "For when God made a promise to Abraham, since he had no one greater by whom to swear, he swore by himself, saying, “Surely I will bless you and multiply you.” And thus Abraham, having patiently waited, obtained the promise. For people swear by something greater than themselves, and in all their disputes an oath is final for confirmation. So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of his purpose, he guaranteed it with an oath, so that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek."

Where I'm at.

I was writing some letters this morning and wanted to share a few "clips"...

"I keep thinking somehow it's going to get better. Now I realized it may not in the "middle" BUT we know the end. And in the end we win and things are more than just how they should be. Instead they are better than we ever could have imagined."

"Am I thankful that Samuel has cancer? NO! But I am thankful that God is here with me in the midst. That He comforts me and holds me and sustains me... He is slowly changing me, chipping away at me all that is false and wrong, revealing underneath the true me that is made in His image."

It's always amazing to me how when I start to write letters I am surprised to find what's in my heart. I really communicate best when writing. When I write I know myself more.

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe...

It finally happened today. I was applying for a membership and was asked how many children ages 6 & under I have....

Oh yeah! Five.

I'm sure whoever is later reading the application is thinking to themselves... that must have been an error.

You do things differently when you have this many kids... this close together... this young.

You learn how to survive and negotiate many areas of life... such as errands and grocery shopping. You learn which places have which carts that allow you to cram as many children as possible...

For example...

Target has the double seater carts where I can strap the twins in... and still be able to put Peter (in his baby seat) in the front part of the cart... leaving room if I need to put Samuel in the back of the cart.

Whenever I master one area the next seems to be about to begin. So what am I going to do now that Peter's graduating from his baby car seat? I mean the child is only 4 months and about 18 pounds.... Well, I will figure it out. Trying …

Bar-B-Q Fundraiser

Samuel Napier Bar-B-Que Benefit

My friend, Debbie Walters Billips, is planning a fundraising event for Samuel. You can contact her at

Time Saturday, May 14 · 12:00pm - 6:00pm

Location Hickory Ruritan Club
2752 S. Battlefield Blvd
Chesapeake, VA 23322

Created By Debbie Walters Billips

More Info: Bar-B-Que dinner, silent auction, 50/50 raffle, music, children activities and more. $7.00 donation (kids meal $1.00-hot dog, chips & beverage)

typical fight

My days tend to be interesting. Inevitably at some point during the day fighting breaks out. Chaos ensues & in general there is an element of complete and utter hullabaloo.

This is a typical scene. Libby comes in to report on the fight. Victims come in. Exchanges of pointing fingers, hot tears & accusations and then forgiveness & hugs.

and by the way i'm in the bathroom crying and trying to have a moment to pull myself together... then in barges Libby...

7 years.

My sister Libby.
Libby (my daughter) talking to Peter (4 month old brother) just now...

"We had an Auntie buddy. She died in a car hit. You never had a chance to meet her. I never had a chance. I never had a chance either. It's sad. But we'll see her in Heaven soon."

A few minutes later... "My name is Libby and Your Auntie's name is Libby too."

Today marks 7 years that my sister went home to Jesus. It's her "Heaven Birthday" today... the day she was ushered and birthed into Heaven.

I miss her so much. That's such a lame way of putting it. I was trying to figure out how to put "hell" in that expression to make it more emphatic but I didn't know how that works. "I miss the hell out of her?" "Hell, I miss her?" I don't think that worked well. So I just left it limp and flat with "I miss her so much."

Christopher, Libby and Me.

At her funeral I read the lines of Sarah Groves song "Going Home&q…

Love Bug.

My Love Bug for Valentine's Day.

Strike a pose.

Uncle John bought Libby this gorgeous dress. She always looks like a princess but I think she's extra special in this dress. My little fashionista!

Bath time.

Peter Joel after a bath. I can't believe he will be 4 months old on Monday!

Double Trouble.

This was what I found a couple weeks ago. I was dying for some extra sleep and put the boys in a room with a movie on and a gate up so they couldn't get out. I thought things would be okay for half an hour.... I was wrong.

Some songs raw emotion just get to me. My brother danced with my Mom to this song at his wedding. With the 7th coming closer it just seemed to fit my emotions...

Brandi Carlile- The Story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines acro…