Easter Weekend and Ada's first "big girl" bath

Here are a few photos from Easter--My mom bought Ada and Ellie matching Easter dresses. Ellie was dancing around Sunday morning showing me her "pretty dress," and I was like, bad news, Ada has the same one. But she didn't mind. There was a matching outfit that Luke could have worn, but Ann took the more masculine route and dressed him in a blue vest and khakis. He looked like such a little man.

As for the second group of pictures, last night Ada took her first bath in the real bathtub without her blue baby tub. Scott and I thought she would love splashing around in the water, but she was too busy chewing on her rubber duck to even notice the water. I even took her hand and showed her how to splash, but all she wanted to do was the eat the duck. Oh well, I am sure that there is enough splashing in the future to cover the whole bathroom in water.

"Because of the resurrection of Jesus, we live."

Today I was in Scottsboro for Easter at my brother-in-law's church. The entire sermon was so good, but one phrase really stuck with me, and I have been mulling over it all day, "Because of the resurrection of Jesus, we live."

In this post-modern world that we are living in, it is often hard to find clarity about anything. We are living in a culture that has blurred the lines of right and wrong, fact and fantasy so much, that I often view the world with marred vision. However, the gospel allows me to find the truth to stand on and view everything else. It is as if I am looking around and cannot quite make out an image of anything, then I turn to the gospel, and everything comes into focus. All that matters, the only thing is, are we living or dying? Without the death and resurrection of Jesus being a reality in our lives, we are dying, and if it is a reality, we are living--simple as that. There are two options--life or death. And it affects everything.

I am reminded of the C.S. Lewis quote, "And that is precisely what Christianity is about. This world is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there is a rumour going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life." And isn't that true? If we know Jesus in his death and resurrection then everything, all of life, is about being made into the true version of ourselves--the live version of ourselves. If I am changing Ada's diaper, and fixing her bottle, and cleaning my house, and cooking dinner, I can trust, as one who has been redeemed, that Jesus is using these daily things to make me more and more into the person that He has intended me to be. And if I am not redeemed, even if I am accomplishing great worldly things, I am still living a life that ultimately results in death. No matter what great thing I do, I will still die. It will still end. So there is always this great dichotomy--either we are living and investing in the eternal, or, even in the great things, we are dying. What hope we have in the fact that Jesus came to us in our despair and lived and died that we might come to life. And, as Steven mentioned in the sermon, it is not a truth to ponder only on Easter, it is a daily thing. Because it is his resurrection that brings life to our daily stuff. Our daily routines. If we do not grasp the meaning of his resurrection then the life we are living is lived in vain.

A surprise Easter shopping trip

Oh how I love to shop. A famous line in my family is little five year old me walking into the mall, stopping, taking a big whiff, and announcing for all the world to hear, "I love the smell of the mall." 25 year old me still feels a rush of anticipation when I walk into a favorite store with a little cash in my pocket--oh the endless possibilities.

Because I am now a stay at home mom living on quite the strict budget, I have evolved into a very creative shopper. So when Easter Sunday loomed ahead with its tradition of a new, spring dress, I headed to Target (always my fall back when in need of a new outfit) in search of good fashion and low prices. And I was successful. However, Thursday night I was sitting in my mom's kitchen having just arrived from Atlanta, and my youngest sister walked in the door excited to show us her Easter dress. Lo and behold, it was the same dress I planned to wear in a different pattern. It was quite the fashion emergency. My mom, however, saved the day, when she offered to not only give me the money to purchase a new dress, but she also agreed to baby-sit Ada while I spent most of Friday shopping in Huntsville. I felt as if I had won the lottery.

All of this to say that yesterday I found myself in Banana Republic at Bridgestreet Town Centre in Hunstville, AL purchasing a new outfit. And sadly enough, I discovered that Banana Republic clothing does in fact fit and look better than Target and Old Navy--the only two places I ever shop. I can only imagine how it would feel to dress myself in true designer clothing (and I don't mean Vera Wang for Kohl's). Another exciting discovery about Banana Republic, I wear a size smaller there than everywhere else, another reason to love nice, expensive clothing. By the way, I am so impressed with that shopping center. It was a beautiful day, I was in flip flops and short sleeves, and there is nothing I love more than a day of shopping all by myself. I love to be with friends and family, but I always prefer to shop alone.

Today, however, I am back to being mom to Ada, and she has just woken up from a nap, so now I must go.

Happy Easter to all!!

A weekend with Grams and Pop

Scott's parents came to visit this past weekend, and I am not sure who was more excited about it--them or us. Scott's mom is so great with Ada, and it allowed Scott and I to go to our Church's "Explorer Weekend" (the class for membership) without having to worry about Ada. We also went to lunch on Saturday afternoon--just the two of us. It was wonderful. Plus, it is so fun to have visitors in our new home. Until now, we really haven't had room for visitors, so I get very excited about playing hostess.

Below are some highlights from the weekend.

A day in the life of a 7 month old

As I have mentioned before, this blog is helping me to record Ada's first year of life because I am not so good as keeping up with her baby book. I plan to eventually sit down and transfer info. from here into her baby book, but until then, I will continue to keep a record on here, for all the world to see.

On that note, I thought today was a day worth noting. Ada is going through a stage where she easily becomes bored. She had already had two semi-succesful naps, we had been on a run/walk (in a continued attempt to train for the half-marathon), and I desperately needed to clean up my bedroom (it has not really been straight since we moved in). Afternoons are our longest stretch because there isn't much for Ada to do, so I decided that she would practice sitting up while I cleaned the room. And she did so well!!! This is the first time that I have been able to just let her sit in the room and play, so I feel like this is a sort of milestone. And of course I documented the milestone with pictures. Enjoy.

Okay, so the first picture was actually taken last night, and I realize the quality of the pic. is not so good, but I had to post it anyway. Please note the fact that the entire front of Ada's onesie is soaking wet. This was caused by drool. Drool only. If she doesn't cut a tooth soon, I think she may drown in her own spit. Right after the picture was taken, I gave her a much needed bath. What the picture doesn't show is the squash baby food that is all down the front of her shirt and under her chin. She didn't seem to be bothered by the mess. She was as happy as ever despite her filth. (The picture is blurry because Ada can't stop moving. She won't stand still these days.)

And today...

There she sits, with her pile of toys that I thought would keep her busy for a while. And she is playing...playing...playing...and she topples over...and she continues to play. I let her play on her stomach for a while, hoping it would encourage her to crawl, and then I sat her back up, and we started the routine all over again.

Finally, because her shirt was once again soaking wet, I changed her into her precious pink auburn onesie that Laura Leary gave to Ada. Laura said she wanted to make sure that everyone knew that Ada was both an Auburn fan and a girl--thanks, Laura!! The Auburn logo is in the bottom left corner of the onesie, and I had to get a picture of the football on the back. So cute.

Happy 7 Months, Ada!!

In honor of Ada being 7 months today, I want to take a look back at where we were 7 months ago...

And today...

I can't believe how fast this first year is going by!!

A refreshing weekend

Well, things are looking up with Ada. She is now regularly, without too much "fight," sleeping on her stomach, and she slept until 4 am this morning, which is better than 1 am, I suppose. Scott and I have a new deal--before 3:30, we both get up with Ada and tag team it--he gets the bottle, I change the diaper, from 3:30-5:00 I get up with Ada, and after 5:00, Scott gets up with Ada. This new system prevents Scott from waking up at 4:30 to feed Ada and put her back down, only to wake up an hour later for work, and it allows me to sleep in a little bit longer if she makes it until 5 am. So...Ada and I were up alone at 4 am this morning, but when she woke up again at 5:15, I got to stay in bed. It's a good system, I think.

As for the weekend--it's been a good one. Saturday, I left Ada with Scott and drove to Columbus with Amy Rambo to meet Laura Leary and Jeannie Myers for some quality girl time. It was so refreshing to see friends who have known me for so long--what a comfortable thing, to spend a day with friends who know you so well. We talked and laughed and caught up on each other's lives. It was such a good break for me, and by the time I got home Saturday night, Ada was already asleep, but when she woke up crying at 9 pm--something that normally would frustrate me--I practically ran up the stairs to get her, so excited to see her after the day away.

We ended the weekend on a good note by visiting a community group from the church we have been visiting here in McDonough. The group has been inviting us to come for weeks now, but we have been putting it off for one reason or another, and last night we finally went. The couple who hosts the group has three kids, and they had an extra baby bed, which turned out to be such a blessing!! As soon as we got to their house at 7 pm, we put Ada down, and she slept the entire time we were there--we had to wake her up just to take her home. The couple had this amazing fan that blocked out all outside noise, so though Ada was only one room away from Scott and me, in her room it sounded as if she was sleeping in her own little wing of the house. It was such encouragement to be able to talk and pray with other adults, and I was able to share some of the struggles I am having with staying at home and being in a new town. The mother whose house we were at prayed for me, and it stuck with me. She said, "Lord, help Laura Beth to be completely satisfied that she is in your will. Give her purpose each day." She really put voice to my desires--I know that this life that I am living is the Lord's will for me, as different as it may look from MY original plan, and I want to find satisfaction in that. Isn't that all that I need, to know that I am in the center of God's will? I want to really feel purpose each day that I wake up, realizing the importance of this job that I am doing--raising Ada. Scott and I were so encouraged by the fact that Ada slept so easily while we were there; it felt like such confirmation that God has led us here to this place, and that he is taking care of us. Even in these small, but important, details of our lives such as needing to be able to go somewhere with Ada and enjoy time with other adults. I am so thankful for a God that is present in the details of our lives. As small as my concerns might be, He empathizes with them. What comfort I find in that!!