Orange Dress

I have not bought any clothes in over a year. No clothes, not a shirt, not shoes, no jeans - nothing.

Isn't that weird?

When I lived in the states, I probably bought a piece of clothing once a week. It was most likely from Target.

We don't buy any clothes here. For many reasons.

1. There is no Target, so where would I go??
2. I have 2 kids. I don't see how anyone shops with 2 kids. I can just imagine trying on some jeans and Beckett running wildly through the store. Oh, it sounds terrible.
3. Clothes here are just different from clothes in the States. It just not what I'm accustom to.
4. I was never a huge shopper anyways, so it was easy to not go.

We usually buy all our clothes when we go home to the States in the summer and at Christmas time. However, I was pregnant last summer and already had a ton of maternity clothes and we didn't come home for Christmas.

All this to say, I haven't bought any clothes.

Weird.

However, all this changed yesterday.

I bought an orange dress. And it's lovely and fits my post 2 baby body. Praise the Lord.

That is all.

Rain

The rain has finally come. WOOHOO!!
I'm pretty sure it's officially the rainy season.
As I write this, I'm realizing how funny that probably sounds - to be excited over rain?? Life is different here, though. It hasn't rained here since October. And since October, it has steadily gotten more hot, dry, and still. So when the rain comes, it's like the earth is letting out a huge sigh of relief. The dust is not so intense. Plants come back to life. It cools down significantly. Crazy flying ants come into your house. It's greatness, I tell you, greatness!
But rain can mean different things to different people. We live in a concrete house, with a good roof and drainage system. Many people in Nicaragua are not that blessed. The rainy season to them, must bring worry - will my house flood or my things be damaged.
So, as I am rejoicing in the rain, others are not. I wish that didn't have to be. That they could enjoy the change, rather than worry. How would I feel if I constantly feared what would happen at the next big rain?
Life is not fair. It just isn't.
It makes me hope that the people who live such hard lives here know the love of Jesus and will one day be in a place where there is no worry, no fear, but rejoicing and praise. What a day that will be.

Paint!

My mom sent down some super fun finger paint for Beckett's birthday and the other day we broke it out!

I would not say that he is super interested in crafts quite yet, but we did have fun.
Or I should say, he's not interested in sitting for more than 2 minutes.

Enjoy the pics.

Grabbing of the Feet

I absolutely LOVE when babies start to play and grab their feet!

I LOVE it.

I can not emphasis this enough.




Hatley also has a strange ability to make her arms disappear. She's gifted.

NCA boys basketball

We've got basketball fever around our house! (Umm, did you see the Mavs game?)

Here are some pics of the champions of the Movistar Copa in Nicaragua (NCA, of course!)









We're super proud of the NCA eagles and there 17-0 record!

Matching outfits

I have this crazy desire to dress my kids in matching outfits - everyday. Is anyone else like this? For example: Beckett is wearing a green shirt today and I got out Hatley's green onesie. I was totally disappointed when I spilt water on it, before I could put her in it.

It's like my life would be more complete if they were wearing coordinating clothing. Weird.

I don't actually ever do it.
1. Because Beckett is a boy and he gets in the dirt and water within .7 seconds of waking up. I would constantly be changing him to match Hatley.
2. David would think I'm a lunatic.

Sometimes, only sometimes, I want our whole family to match (or I'd take blending, as well). Again, David would not go for this!

This is so unlike me.

They didn't even match on Easter. So sad.

(they were cute though!)

My baby is 2

My 1st baby that is.

Yesterday, we had the huge blessing of celebrating Beckett's 2nd birthday.

I've heard a 100 moms say things like, "I can't believe how big he's getting!" or "It was just yesterday that he was a newborn!" or "How did my baby grow up so fast?" It's mom-talk. And yet, it's so true with my baby boy. I CAN'T believe how big he is. It WAS just yesterday that he was a tiny newborn. How DID he grow so fast?

I can remember the day we had him. It was full of joy and fear. Joy with what the Lord had given us. Fear in knowing I am no way capable of raising this child right! He was so little, so fragile, so dependent. He stole our hearts that day.

Now, he is big (not so big, but bigger than he was!). He is rough and tough. He wants to do everything by himself. And he still has our hearts.

Oh, how I love him.



Eating a doughnut on his 2nd birthday!


Every birthday needs a trip to McDonald's, right?


Opening a gift from Grandma! Thanks Grandma!


Singing Happy Birthday.


Hanging out with Alicia!


We love you Beckett.