More Lucy Than June

Last summer, while sitting at the kitchen table, a date came to my mind.

March of 2009. Now, looking back I couldn’t recall exactly the date…until Stephen and I both looked at each a few days ago and said “it was the 8th”.

I couldn’t shake that date. It just kept coming back to me over and over again that night.

I told Stephen that he was probably going to think that I was nuts, and to be honest, I didn’t even really want to tell him. I thought that he was going to think I was bonkers.

After I told him, we both sort of forgot about it. Fall came and with it, all the issues that we began having with the pregnancy.

Jack was born, and still the date never came back to us.

Until a few days ago.

Lying in bed Saturday morning, I asked him if he remembered me telling him that date.

His eyes grew wide, and we both looked at each other and said, “The 8th”.

He pulled out his phone (if you know Stephen, you know it was already in his hand or his pocket). He looked up the date, and we knew…

That was the day that we made it “official” that we were moving to Charleston, South Carolina.

Yes. You read that right. Stephen and I will be leaving sometime this summer to join the River Church team with Todd Magouyrk. Stephen will be taking the job of Arts and Innovation Pastor, and we are very excited about it!

It is a bittersweet move for me, in a lot of ways. I have never lived anywhere but little ole Paulding County, Georgia. I’ve been at West Ridge since its beginning, and I have dear friends that  I will miss terribly. (It just means that they’ll all have to come and visit!)

But the call to join River Church was undeniable.

And looking back to last summer and that day in the kitchen when God impressed March 8th on my heart, God had been preparing my heart for this calling.

We have much to do get ready for our move, and we’ll appreciate your prayers as we make this journey. Stephen is starting a home page for us that I’ll link to once it’s done that you can go to for updates that are specific to our migration to Charleston. (Which, I might add, I have only just seen since we decided to move a few weeks ago…)

For now, here’s the link to the River Church site, and you can look up our family picture and story if you’re interested.

Now I must say, it took a LONG time and about 1400 shots to find one picture that looked semi-normal to put on the site. (NOTE: Never schedule a photo shoot for just before naptime…bad things will happen for all involved.)

But, for kicks and giggles, I thought I’d show you some of the pictures that DIDN’T make the cut…

And some sweet pics of the babies…

Are those words from a four year old EVER a good thing?

This morning, Kenni bounded into my room with that greeting.

Why, sure! Love to see the trick!

Then she adds,

It’s a butt trick.

Surely, I didn’t hear that correctly. I ask for clarification, but no…she said “butt trick”.

Uhhh, okay. Show me your trick. (please no poop, please no poop…)

Then…she MOONS me.

Isn’t this the kind of thing that Jack is supposed to do later?! Not my sweet, angelic (uhhh…welll…), hairbow-laden, pink pajama-ed little GIRL!!!

I’m in shock. Stephen’s rolling. And she’s offended.

She whips around to Stephen and says,

Daddy! She didn’t laugh!!

I tried to explain that I was laughing. It was just a, ummmm, quiet laugh.

And then I told her that she had BETTER not do that at school…

Oh, but yes she did.

I know every mom of a preschooler has to have one of these stories to tell.

Here’s mine…

We took the family to Arby’s after church on Sunday. McKenna was in good spirits, bouncing up and down in the booth while we waited for Daddy to bring us some grub.

There happened to be an elderly couple sitting next to us. And the man had, well…rather “prominent” ears. Just being honest.

McKenna looks over at him and says, rather loudly, I might add,

Well HE has funny looking ears.

I can only hope those funny looking ears weren’t working…

As for the rest of us around here, things are going well.

Jack’s had a couple of good nights where he’s slept 7-8 hours!! Of course, it didn’t last, and last night we were back to 5. But hey…I’ll take it. It’s an improvement.

I have also discovered the miracle of gripe water!

I’ve been calling it holy water. Is that wrong?

At any rate, I had read rave reviews on the internet about this stuff, so I sent Stephen out to the store to grab some. (I love our new Ingle’s, by the way. It had the coveted brand that I wanted!)

WARNING! Poop talk ahead!

Now, he hadn’t gone in 2 days, but within 15 minutes of giving him that stuff, he pooped. And that night…slept for 8 hours!!!

Everytime I give it to him when he’s grunting and moaning with gas (and boy! does he have some stinky gas!!! It’s unbelievable!!!), within minutes, he’s a much happier little kiddo. It’s beyond weird.

Do I recommend it? Oh, yes. Yes, I do. Get you some gripe water if you’ve got a gassy baby. No joke.

As for me, well..I’m doing well. Sleep has made me a better person overall, I would say.
Now, if only I could catch up on the blogging…