Monthly Archives: September 2013

Our Week in Instagram Pictures

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Here’s a few pictures of our week in Instagram Pictures.

First, a super yummy baked oatmeal I made a few days ago. I followed this recipe here. Although I think next time I’ll let it sit for a least an hour or maybe even overnight to allow it to become fluffier.

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I spent some time singing and dancing with my baby boy.

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Jameson and I went on a beautiful walk with my best friend Sarah Becca and her daughter Norah.

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My mama in law got to cuddle with Jameson.

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Jameson tested out what it felt like to be the big man on the couch.

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Luke and I went on a lunch date to Mojo’s. Blog review here.

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We spent the morning with our best friends, the Johnson’s and took some fun pics of their family. This is a sneak. A phone shot of my camera screen. I can’t wait to share the real deal!

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I spent hours upon hours upon days swooning over my blessing. His name is Jameson.

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I made one of my all time favorite dishes. Pioneer Woman’s Risotto Primavera. Deeeeeelish.

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And last but not least. My dog is a lazy bum.

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Jameson has become captivated by all sources of light. Which we enjoy. It shows off those baby blues.

 

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Our cat Gemma enjoyed some cuddle time. Which I confess has become a little more rare since Jameson’s arrival.

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And after years of wanting to dye my hair blue, I finally did. I feel like a mermaid. I love it so much!!!

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Things I Need For My Life

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There are three things I need for my life at this place in time:

I need to stop believing that I can’t properly love Jesus unless I’m in crisis. I have this problem drawing near to Him unless some horrible thing is pushing me. Just as many people don’t pray unless they need Him, I don’t seek His face unless I’m surrounded. I still worship Him. I still love Him. I still speak to Him. I still speak about Him. I still try to lead others to Him. But my intimate moments with Him suffer greatly in the times when I’m happy. It’s pretty screwed up. It’s pretty screwed up that because the last three months have been the happiest times of my life thus far, I have not allowed myself to seek Him in the quiet. Yes, of course I realize I’m not the only person who struggles with this and I ‘m aware of the difficulty in that when theres a new baby taking over everything and I know my Abba is waiting patiently in understanding. But I so desperately need to learn how to love and seek Him when I’m happy. Not just on Sunday. I need to stop waiting for horrible things to happen. I’m so familiar with how to love God when I’m in pain. I still connect best with songs of worship that cry out in agony. Even though I haven’t been in true agony for quite some time. I need to learn to connect with the songs of love and joy. I need to learn to connect with the fact that the years I spent begging God to restore my life have been answered in my godly husband, my healthy child, my loving family and my biblical church. I am blessed. I need to learn to live a life of fulfillment.

I need to learn how to pray. It’s hard to admit this to myself even though I’ve never been too shy about this. It’s still hard to admit it to my friends and family. And especially to my church who I help lead in worship. It’s hard to tell them that I don’t know how to pray. I don’t know how to ask God for things. I don’t know how to ask God to watch over my son. To make him healthy. To protect him. To prepare the way. I don’t know how to pray for my husband. That he’ll be pure and faithful. That he’ll lead us well and not be worn out. That he will grow in wisdom and truth. I don’t know how to pray for the salvation of my friends who are wandering away from or plain running from the Savior that would make their life so much richer. I don’t know how to pray for my family that have uprooted their lives and are living across the world in a dark place. All for His renown. I don’t know how to pray.

I need to become a better friend. I am a passionate person. When I love someone, I love them deeply. I’m fairly confident that my friends and family know this. But I need to become better at cultivating these friendships. Part of the reason I don’t is from being betrayed or hurt in the past. I know I’m not alone. The other reason is because I’m lazy and selfish. I don’t feel like putting forth the effort to ask how people are doing. Or I don’t feel like putting forth the effort to take people out and spend the day laughing and sharing and making memories. I’ve spent so much time becoming a hermit that I have made myself an island. Yes, I am blessed by a wonderful family unit right now. But they aren’t the only people in my life. And I need to become a better friend. I need to stop being so critical. I need to take things less seriously. I need to stop being so controlling. I need to be a better person.

And none of these things will happen until I daily, all day, turn my face upward.

God, help me to learn to love You in times of sheer joy and extreme suffering. You give. You take away. I want to praise You in each season. Most people need help seeking Your face when they’re surrounded by pain. I’ve got that down unfortunately. I need help seeking you now. In my happiness. In my provision. In my blessing. You are enough even now, when I’m not afflicted. You are enough when I seem to have everything I need. But I don’t have everything I need if I don’t have You. If I don’t have You, what’s the point?

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Mojo’s Tacos in Saint Augustine

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I live in the coolest town. When Luke and I were dating long distance and I would visit here, I would cry out (especially when crossing one of the bridges at night), “Why can’t I live here?!” And now, after three years of living here I still cry out, “Yay! I live here!” Between the historical sites, the beach, the river, the music scene, the photo opportunities, and the restaurants, it’s a really cool place to live. Luke and I have been discussing the fact that there are way too many restaurants that we have yet to try. Primarily because we already have some yummy favorites. A few months back we created a list of about 35 local restaurants we want to try and I figured, hey, why not give them a little review on the blog. For myself, for friends, and for anyone visiting the area that want to know an opinion about a restaurant they wanna give a shot. So, if you’re visiting here for that last reason, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I am just a lowly lady giving her limited opinion. I really just like food.

Yesterday we decided to go to one of our favorite lunch spots: Mojo’s Tacos.

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We first tried Mojo’s about a year ago with Luke’s brother Caleb and his wife Crystal. They swore by it so we trusted them. To be honest, neither Luke nor I were impressed. Luke got a taco (I don’t remember what kind) and I ordered a fish taco. I ordered the taco without their signature Mojo sauce because it includes cilantro, which I’m allergic to. This resulted in a very dry taco :: no fault of their own. They put the sauce on there for a reason. All that being said, we didn’t return for quite some time.

But when we decided to give it another try, we fell in love.

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Mojo’s is open 7 days a week from 9:04 a.m. to 9:04 p.m. Clever. That’s Saint Augustine’s area code, for those of you that don’t know. Until today, Luke and I never paid attention to the hours or the fact that they’re open for breakfast! I wish I could give you my thoughts on their breakfast menu. Maybe another time.

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The little green building is located just over the Bridge of Lions on Anastasia Blvd. A hop and a skip away from both downtown and the beach. Although, closer to the downtown area. This really is the perfect after beach lunch shack. Parking is limited. But know that sometimes if you can’t find a parking spot, it may also be hard to find a seat inside.

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Mojo’s is obviously (it’s in the title) a taco restaurant. They offer tacos, burrito’s and salads. That’s it. You can customize anything you like, and they’re happy to oblige. I’ve never felt like an inconvenience here. It’s a cash only joint. We’ve forgotten that a time or two and thankfully were able to use the ATM they have inside the restaurant.

It’s a small restaurant. 30 people would be uncomfortable, even with the outside seating. And there have been times we’ve seen  the line out the door. The inside seating isn’t the most comfortable either but you really don’t care because it’s such a laid back environment. Fancier seating would seem out of place.

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The staff are friendly and helpful. They are knowledgable about their ingredients. Even all the ingredients in the sauce, which I’m thankful for (that darn cilantro allergy). Here’s the thing. I LOVE mexican food but avoid mexican restaurants because they put cilantro in everything. But remember how I said when we went back the second time, we loved it? Well, not only did I order a different taco, but I risked leaving the mojo sauce on. It was KILLER. Not like it killed me. It was delicious! So, that’s how much I love Mojo’s. That I risk having an asthma attack for it. So good.

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When you walk in you see a large board with their entire menu on it. The server takes your order and writes it on a brown paper bag. The prices are reasonable, especially for the portions. They have limited sides and they are extra but cheap.

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After you’re rung up you hope to find a seat. Usually when we go on Sunday afternoons it’s slim pickin’s. But when we went yesterday, a Monday afternoon. There were only 5 other people there. We got our drinks, just water, and while we waited for our food I snapped a few pictures. Our bag was delivered in just a few minutes. There have been 2 or 3 times, when the restaurant was extremely busy, that it’s taken about 10 minutes to get our food. It’s delicious regardless.

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Luke pulled out our food, all wrapped in aluminum foil. I open up my taco’s and genuinely smile. They don’t skimp on anything. In fact, there’s so much goodness in there I can’t help but make a mess.

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This time I got the chicken tacos. I love the way they cook their chicken and it’s shredded perfectly. All their tacos are double stackers. Meaning there’s a soft shell taco with melted cheese and a hard shell taco is placed inside that. I love the mixture of textures. Usually two tacos is more than enough for me.

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Luke gets all set and ready to eat his ginormous burrito. Again, no skimping. I think he’d explode if he tried to eat two of those.

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If you order tacos or burritos they throw a big bunch of chips in your brown bag. I don’t fully understand why they include chips but don’t include salsa or any kind of dipping sauce. We’ve taken to ordering sour cream and extra mojo sauce and dipping our chips in that. But I do wish they’d just include salsa as well; it’s only a dollar so it’s not bad to order some if you want though.

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We clean our plates, er, foil. And I realize Luke is not nearly as messy a eater as I am.

Luke’s foil is nice and neat.

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While mine is covered in delicious sauce.

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Which I also got on my dress.

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We’ve only ever been in the afternoon. I’d really love to go for dinner sometime and order from their selection of beer. They have Red Stripe which only seems fitting in my mind for the little spot.

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Overall, Mojo’s is definitely one of our favorite places to eat in town. We’re never disappointed when we leave and we never feel bad about what we eat there either. I think next time I’ll try the Shrimp Salad!

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cheers, ka

Dear Becky

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Dear Becky, 

I remember a lot of things about our childhood, but more than anything I remember you looking out for me. 

We were normal kids. We argued and we pinched each other and we took what didn’t belong to us and we definitely both tattled our fair share. Okay, I admit I tattled the most. But more than anything, I remember you looking out for me. If we were climbing trees, you would help me climb a little higher. If we were in the pool, you would stay in a little longer even though you’d been ready to get out for thirty minutes. If I got hurt, [which was a lot – I’m still so clumsy] you would comfort me until Mama got there to take over the comforting. If we were imagining, you would let me pretend to be a dog or baby, even though it irritated the mess out of you. This was all of course before you started middle school.

I hated middle school. Or maybe I just hated growing up. As soon as you started middle school I became a pest in your eyes. I wasn’t allowed in your room when you had friends  over. You stopped climbing trees with me. You didn’t want to play mermaids with me anymore, you just wanted a tan. 

We both kept growing up and growing into little women. The ultimate change in our relationship came when I was 12 and you were 17 and announced your pregnancy. I had such mixed feelings about it and ultimately didn’t understand the situation at all. But once that little girl arrived, of course I loved her dearly. Watching you become a mom was insane and unfortunately I don’t fully remember what that first year was like when you stayed home with Kaitlyn before you and Bryan got married. But since then you’ve had another kid and gone through phases in parenthood. You’ve come out of the fire as an incredible mother. You’re so patient with those kids. I watch you with them and sometimes think, “Oop, they shouldn’t have said that. She’s gonna blow!” But you usually don’t. You respond in love and firmness. I hope I can be that way. You do everything with them and for them and give them so much and more. These children are not without. I hope they know how lucky they are.

One of my favorite things about you, which is a rare quality, is that you do not complain. Like, ever. Even when you get a regular migraine, you’ll just state the fact that you have a migraine and then go about your business as much as you can. You don’t complain when things go wrong, even if you’re entitled to it. And that’s just it. You’ve struggled through so much and survived so much that you see every little thing as a gift. You don’t take anything for granted. But you also don’t take anything too seriously. You have a very light hearted way of looking at life. You love your husband greatly but you’re not hard on him or your marriage. You’re silly when you need to be silly and serious when you need to be serious. But I’ve never had to tell you to lighten up.

Your voice calms me. If I’m stressed or hurt or tired or confused, you can just say that you’re sorry or you understand and it genuinely relieves so much tension in my heart and mind just by the sound of you voice. That has nothing to do with the care and advice you do give. Which is golden in and of itself.

I hate living far away from you. It tears me apart when I can’t cuddle with you and play with your hair and make your troubles go away. I also hate that I’m so bad at communication. I see other people text their sister daily or talk to her daily and I think, “Well, I love my sister too!” I just suck at calling. And I respond when people text me but rarely text them first. I don’t ever wanna be that ‘out of sight – out of mind’ kind of person. And I don’t ever want to take you for granted. You deserve better. I’m so lucky to have you. 

 

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I love you.

Love, Booger

 

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cheers, ka

Life with Baby

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Well, well, well. I’m back! And I have an okay reason for taking a 4 month long break from blogging. One reason is that we have just now connected our apartment to the world wide web. The more important reason is that almost 3 months ago, Jameson joined our home and it has been a whirlwind love affair ever since. But now that we have internet at our fingertips I plan on blogging as regularly as possible. For myself. For Luke. For Jameson. For family and friends that live far away, and for those that are close and care. And for you! The unsuspecting person that I may have never met who will hopefully be encouraged by my usual honesty. So, thanks for reading!

Jameson is wonderful. He is an extremely happy baby. He only seems to fuss when something typical is bothering him; i.e. hungry, tired, dirty diaper. And once that’s taken care of he’s extremely happy again. He likes baths, especially bubble baths with his mom. He looks EXACTLY like his father. Something I prayed for. He can only sleep if he’s swaddled tightly. During the day he likes to sleep in his swing while at night he sleeps soundly in his crib. He likes when I use the bulb syringe in his mouth. He gets the hiccups several times a day. In the last few days he’s started paying close attention to his reflection in mirrors and even moving pictures, like when we facetime with loved ones. He has discovered his tongue. He’s just now starting to drool and blow bubbles, slobbering all over us. His eyes are looking kind of blue. He hasn’t quite laughed yet but makes what Luke and I call laughing noises. He’ll smile real big and coo real loud. And he’s just started holding his head up extremely well.

I am more in love with Luke than I have ever been before. He is an amazing father. Before Jameson came along – well, really before our nephew Charlie arrived this past December, I would have to force Luke to hold babies. He liked babies, but just didn’t wanna hold them. Once Charlie got here, I had to fight for him. And once Jameson arrived, it was like Luke had been a dad for years. He’s so wonderful. I barely have to ask Luke for help because he does so much already. He’ll change the diapers. Feed him bottles. Rock him to sleep. Sing to him. Dance for him. Do tummy time with him. Bathe him. He does an awesome swaddle. While at church a few weeks ago, someone complimented Luke on his “rare” interest as a dad. I was surprised by this. I assume all dads are as awesome as Luke and I’m sure the majority are. But Luke, baby, you were made for this.

 

I figure this post will suffice until my next one. Enjoy some pictures of the cutest kid.

 

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Oh, also! Here is the rockin’ “birth announcement” that our close friend Chris made for us. Really, it was just for us. But I thought I’d share with the world. We love it. Thank you, friend!

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