tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474661975248113932024-02-19T01:33:47.665-05:00Seeking RighteousnessThe name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it & are safe. ~ Prov 18.10Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-75234161927957949932014-08-19T07:05:00.002-04:002014-08-19T07:05:18.198-04:00Hands to the Heavens<br />
Recently Trip stumbled upon an incredible band.<br />
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~ <a href="http://rendcollective.com/" target="_blank">Rend Collective</a> ~<br />
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Being that he is the "chief music officer" of our home, he shared the songs with me and the boys. And now, at any given moment you will find dancing and hands to the heavens in shouts of joy and praise. Even Mr. Henry has a few hand motions to his favorite songs. And Lord help the poor person who witnesses the hallelujah crazy in our car as we drive around town.<br />
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Each song has lyrics that just leave me in awe - and the music that corresponds fills me with incredible joy. Regardless of how the day may be going, one of their many songs from any of their albums will allow the Holy Spirit to sing loudly and quiet the noise of this world.<br />
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Their philosophy...<br />
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<b><span class="stxt">and it has changed everything about our approach: </span></b></div>
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...Create in me a clean, clean heart<br />
Create in me a work of art<br />
Create in me a miracle<br />
Something real and something beautiful<br />
You’re not finished with me yet<br />
You’re not finished with me yet<br />
By your power I can change, I can change<br />
‘Cos you’re not finished with me yet...
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~ You Bled ~</div>
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...You bled your heart out<br />
Now I feel love beat in my chest<br />
How wonderful<br />
You gave your beauty <br />
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How wonderful<br />
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You left your perfection<br />
And embraced our rejection <br />
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How marvelous, how boundless<br />
Is Your love, is Your love<br />
How wonderful, sacrificial<br />
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-36427109595737134982014-08-15T07:14:00.002-04:002014-08-15T07:14:54.530-04:00A Year Later<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
As I sat down last night to reflect on Jackson's birthday I realized it has
been a year since I last wrote a post. Whew! A entire year has passed
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This past year has been such a rich year in the life of our family. I am filled with such gratitude of what the Lord has required of me as a mother on behalf of my boys.<br />
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Particularly, this boy...<br />
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This time last year we were still in the midst of learning about Jackson and what was going on his brain and how he processed the world so differently than most children his age. <br />
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A year later...I continue to be in awe of a God who chose us to be his parents and how our daily trust in Him has led us to the place we are now. Working with Jackson daily, sometimes hourly, has created in me a passion to lead both of my boys to be the best that God has created them to be.<br />
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I have been encouraged by this quote many times this year...<br />
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I look forward to sharing again on the blog as I have time. Whether it be a humorous anecdote from the wild life of raising boys, or a serious lesson that the Lord has given me - I pray that the posts encourage you.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-36888294414161710932013-08-14T07:29:00.003-04:002013-08-14T07:29:56.554-04:00FOUR<div style="text-align: center;">
Jackson Lane is FOUR!!</div>
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As we celebrate this sweet boy today I am overwhelmed that God has entrusted Trip and me with a child like Jackson. <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-funny-valentine.html" target="_blank">This past year has taught us so much about him</a>. We have caught a glimpse of so many things that have yet to come and we are humbled and thrilled to be the ones to guide him.<br />
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Jackson Lane, oh how we love you. </div>
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Happy Birthday to you! </div>
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We are eager to see what this next year holds for you!</div>
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Christmas 2012</div>
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Spring 2013</div>
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April 2013 ~ A Preschool First!</div>
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July 2013 ~ Muddin' in Ohio</div>
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July 2013 ~ Jamestown Settlement</div>
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Summer 2013<br />
~ The summer of RAIN ~<br />
....and lots and LOTS of baseball.<br />
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peas, cucumber and broccoli, fish sticks, Fro Yo!<br />
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climbing his fort and sliding down his fireman's pole<br />
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~BOOKS!<br />
Jackson set a goal at the library this summer to read 100 books.<br />
He met that goal...and then some.<br />
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<b>Happy Birthday, Jackson!</b></div>
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-86924514102274768362013-06-10T15:12:00.000-04:002013-06-10T15:12:35.769-04:00Henry {ONE Year}<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Oh Henry. </b></div>
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Happy Birthday to you, sweet boy.</div>
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This year has flown by and you have been an absolute joy. You <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2012/03/date-of-significance.html" target="_blank">fulfilled a promise</a> that I clung to during my pregnancy. God proved, <i>once again</i>, to be faithful to us as a family. And I am so glad that He gave us YOU at the very time He knew would be perfect.<br />
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This final month before you turned ONE you experienced lots of fun "firsts". Your first trip to the zoo, first carousel ride, first pair of shoes, and your first grilled cheese are just a few of the fun things you did to celebrate your last month as my baby.<br />
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You are on the cusp of walking. You have a fierce determination to do it independently and that determination, coupled with your desire to keep up with Jackson, tells me your days of crawling are numbered.<br />
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TEETH!!! I must note that your bottom teeth must have truly been a pain to cut since you barely flinched while cutting the next SIX. Within a matter of two weeks you went from two bottom teeth to 4 upper teeth and two more bottom teeth. Let the food adventures begin!<br />
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Dear Henry,<br />
At one year you are 31in tall and 21.5lb.Your favorite foods are any veggie or fruit, oatmeal, eggs, toast, and grilled cheese. You love to climb in the fort, slide down the slide, swing and play with any truck in your reach. You love your books, particularly <u>Brown Bear, Brown Bear</u>. You love to be sung to and hum along, particularly to "Amazing Grace". You have a very funny personality and a flair for the dramatics at times. {<i>I have no idea where you get that from...ahem.</i>} While you don't say much more than "Dada" right now, you understand us all perfectly and love "chiming in" when it suits you.<br />
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Sweet Henry, you are such a blessing to us. We celebrate this first birthday with such joy and thank God daily that you are a part of our family.<br />
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I love you so much.<br />
~ Mama <br />
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<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-61490660581199822942013-05-02T21:50:00.001-04:002013-05-02T21:50:53.766-04:00Henry {11 months}ELEVEN.<br />
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One more month and there will be a candle on a cake.<br />
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But before I start freaking out about what is yet to come, I'll look back and savor this past month. This month was such a fun month for Henry.<br />
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He is a funny kid with a temperament that we have all fallen in love with. And he's tough. His big brother has yet to master the term "gentle", but Henry doesn't care. Whatever Jackson has typically done invites giggles from Henry. And as he attempts to cruise, Henry has learned that falling is no fun. But he rarely cries. He simply looks for confirmation from one of us: "yes, I bet that did hurt, but oh! you're such a big boy!" and gets back up.<br />
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He is truly learning to play. I noticed at the beginning of this month that he loves to drive the cars around the playroom. He goes from one side of the room to the other just driving whichever car grabbed his interest. There is also a Thomas set that has mesmerized him. He has finally learned how to place Thomas on the mountain so that the train car moves down the track. And he plays with that toy over and over and over....<br />
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The biggest change for Henry this month was his HAIR. Sweet baby had an old man combover. It was a mess.<br />
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Trip kept teasing me:<br />
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It wasn't that I didn't know the direct route to the boys' barber, it's just that...<i>well</i>...I knew I'd be a mess cutting my not-even-one-year-old's hair. I knew the minute that combover was gone he would look older. I mean the days of him being my <i>baby</i> are passing too quickly. Now I'm going to fast forward the process by having his hair cut?!<br />
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This was not missed in our house.</div>
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But truth be told this past week messed with me big time.<br />
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It started with Easter. I <i>love</i> Easter. I am emotionally and spiritually overwhelmed each year as I set aside time personally, and now with my sons, to consider <i>exactly</i> what Christ did for me. When I contemplate the truth that if I had been the only one on earth, regardless of my sin, He would have still followed through with His plan - I'm just wrecked. God loves me that much. <u>He loves you that much</u>. <br />
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Then on Wednesday the boys and I had to say goodbye to our BSF family. In light of all that we have been <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2013/02/my-funny-valentine.html" target="_blank">learning about Jackson</a> and his mind, it had become apparent that the BSF environment was no longer the right fit for him. Please don't misunderstand, the BSF children's ministry is an incredible program. But for a child with sensory processing disorder, it was too much. Everyone we knew was praying for Jackson to triumph and finish the year. But God's plans proved to be different for him. And since <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-trust-me-do-you-believe-me.html" target="_blank">I am confident that God's ways are perfect</a>, we said our goodbyes and walked away knowing that decision was the best for our family.<br />
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Finally, Trip <a href="http://jacobperry.us/2013/04/02/coming-out-with-autism/" target="_blank">read this article</a> and passed it to me. I cried as I read through the post and then shared it on my Facebook page. I wanted others to be encouraged by this man's honest words. His insight gave me pause to think about where Jackson is now and where God will take him...<i>in His time</i>. Most importantly I want Jackson to be able to say when he is older, "My parents taught me the meaning of unconditional love and fought for me
every single day of my life. I learned about hope and redemption from
watching the journey they’ve been on themselves and couldn’t be prouder
to be their son."<br />
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Sweet Baby Henry.</div>
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God knew exactly what He was doing when He placed Henry second in our family. When I was <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2012/03/date-of-significance.html" target="_blank">pregnant with Henry</a> God told me:<br />
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"Kristin, you will give birth to joy.</div>
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knew what you & Trip would walk through between</div>
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and I choose to give you <b>JOY</b>."</div>
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And what a joy he is. He knew that we would need a baby during this season of our family that has an incredible temperament. Because, let's be honest, not just any kid would sit in a stroller for hour-long occupational therapy appointments...<i>without making a peep</i>.<br />
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And so, I close this post celebrating Henry's tenth month and thanking God for all that He is walking us through right now. Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-46846154100444300602013-03-04T20:05:00.001-05:002013-03-04T20:05:51.046-05:00Henry {9 months}Saturday marked Henry turning 9 months. While that day celebrated another month with our sweet boy, it also celebrated a dear friend's heavenly homecoming. Henry and I were able to attend the memorial service. It was truly surreal to sit in a packed church sanctuary among so many friends and family while holding your nine month old baby. I was so glad that I made the trip and had the chance to celebrate an awesome woman of God with Henry. {And he brought lots of smiles to the faces around him - I mean, hello...it's not hard when you're <strike>a flirt</strike> adorable.} <br />
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Eight days after you turned EIGHT months you crawled. And not a leisurely, I'll see how this crawling things works out. OH NO. You crawled like you were on a mission. A mission to keep up with that big brother of yours. {<i>Good luck with that, by the way</i>.} </div>
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A sweet moment for our family this month was dedicating you and your brother. It was a special day for us to publicly give you and Jackson back to the Lord. Your Daddy and I are so very grateful that we have been entrusted with each of you. Your presence in our lives helps us depend upon Jesus at an entirely new level. A intimate relationship with our Heavenly Father is what we pray for you every day.</div>
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Speaking of relationships, the relationship with your big brother continues to grow. You honestly think every single thing he does is either fascinating or a hoot. It makes me laugh just to watch you watch him. One of the things that we prayed in the dedication for you both is that you would take care of each other and always, <i><b>always</b>,</i> think the best of each of other, <b><i>first.</i></b> I will pray passionately for your friendship beyond brotherhood. I think God gave you an incredible friend in your brother.<br />
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Finally, Henry, at 9months you are 28.5in long and 18lb 11oz. I am so grateful for onesie extenders because, without them, you would literally have nothing left to wear for the winter. All of your one piece clothing is "capri-like" and your sleeves have a 3/4 length thing going on. But with spring literally around the corner, you'll have a fancy "new to you" wardrobe as soon as this winter is gone.<br />
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I love you, Henry!<br />
~Mama Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-10928503012828777612013-02-14T11:57:00.000-05:002013-02-14T11:57:05.609-05:00My Funny ValentineThree...and a HALF.<br />
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Valentine's Day is a sweet day around here and </div>
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a halfway point for a certain little boy. </div>
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Dear Jackson,<br />
In the past six months there has been a lot going on for you. Shortly after you turned three we sent you to preschool for the first time. You have loved every single day. You leap out of the car each morning, excitedly grab the hand of the teacher who greets you, and practically drag her to the building to get your day started. You have learned many things in these first six months of school. And you have taught us many things in return.<br />
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One of the biggest lessons we have learned since sending you to school is how your brain works. We always knew you were "quick", but apparently you are "exceptionally intelligent". {<i>Translation: Our fears were confirmed. You're smarter than both of your parents.</i>} This intelligence, however, has a "catch". We have learned that you have sensory processing issues. At first this scared us not knowing how to help you navigate your little world. Your voracious ability to learn can also overwhelm you. But our fears have been conquered because we love a God who is bigger than any of our inadequacies and He has placed you in exactly the right school, in exactly the right classroom and equipped each of those teachers with the gifts to teach you and help you. They have given us endless resources to read and use with you at home. I have been reminded many times regarding this new understanding of you:<br />
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Do not be afraid...You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good...</div>
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And for His good it will be. And not just for you, Jackson, but for your Mama. You are a living opportunity for my sanctification. I am grateful for you in so many ways. But the my deepest gratitude reflects my daily surrender to not rely upon my own understanding. I want to glorify God in my parenting of you. And with His help I will. {Isaiah 42.16}<br />
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Some things in the last six months have remained the same.<br />
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You are still a great eater. Between your third birthday and November you had a growth spurt and grew 2.5in. In those weeks before the growth spurt I got a glimpse of how you'll be as a teenager eating me out of house and home.<br />
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You still love everything about firetrucks and firefighters. You "play fireman" every day. <i>Every. Day. </i>And if I would let you, you would watch "<a href="http://www.blogger.com/Three...and%20a%20HALF.%20%20Valentine%27s%20Day%20is%20a%20sweet%20day%20around%20here%20and%20a%20halfway%20point%20for%20a%20certain%20little%20boy.%20%20%20Dear%20Jackson,%20%20In%20the%20past%20six%20months%20there%20has%20been%20a%20lot%20going%20on%20for%20you.%20Shortly%20after%20you%20turned%20three%20we%20sent%20you%20to%20preschool%20for%20the%20first%20time.%20You%20have%20loved%20every%20single%20day.%20You%20leap%20out%20of%20the%20car%20each%20morning,%20excitedly%20grab%20the%20hand%20of%20the%20teacher%20who%20greets%20you,%20and%20practically%20drag%20her%20to%20the%20building%20to%20get%20your%20day%20started.%20You%20have%20learned%20many%20things%20in%20these%20first%20six%20months%20of%20school.%20And%20you%20have%20taught%20us%20many%20things%20in%20return.%20%20%20One%20of%20the%20biggest%20lessons%20we%20have%20learned%20since%20sending%20you%20to%20school%20is%20how%20your%20brain%20works.%20We%20always%20knew%20you%20were%20%22quick%22,%20but%20apparently%20you%20are%20%22exceptionally%20intelligent%22.%20%7BTranslation:%20Our%20fears%20were%20confirmed.%20You%27re%20smarter%20than%20both%20of%20your%20parents.%7D%20This%20intelligence,%20however,%20has%20a%20%22catch%22.%20We%20have%20learned%20that%20you%20have%20sensory%20processing%20issues.%20At%20first%20this%20scared%20us%20not%20knowing%20how%20to%20help%20you%20navigate%20your%20little%20world.%20Your%20voracious%20ability%20to%20learn%20can%20also%20overwhelm%20you.%20But%20our%20fears%20have%20been%20conquered%20because%20we%20love%20a%20God%20who%20is%20bigger%20than%20any%20of%20our%20inadequacies%20and%20He%20has%20placed%20you%20in%20exactly%20the%20right%20school,%20in%20exactly%20the%20right%20classroom%20and%20equipped%20each%20of%20those%20teachers%20with%20the%20gifts%20to%20teach%20you%20and%20help%20you.%20They%20have%20given%20us%20endless%20resources%20to%20read%20and%20use%20with%20you%20at%20home.%20I%20have%20been%20reminded%20many%20times%20regarding%20this%20new%20understanding%20of%20you:%20%20%20%20%20~Genesis%2050.19-20%20~%20%20Do%20not%20be%20afraid...You%20intended%20to%20harm%20me,%20but%20God%20intended%20if%20for%20good...%20%20%20%20%20And%20for%20His%20good%20it%20will%20be.%20And%20not%20just%20for%20you,%20Jackson,%20but%20for%20your%20Mama.%20You%20are%20a%20living%20opportunity%20for%20my%20sanctification.%20I%20am%20grateful%20for%20you%20in%20so%20many%20ways.%20But%20the%20my%20deepest%20gratitude%20reflects%20my%20daily%20surrender%20to%20not%20rely%20upon%20my%20own%20understanding.%20I%20want%20to%20glorify%20God%20in%20my%20parenting%20of%20you.%20And%20with%20His%20help%20I%20will.%20%7BIsaiah%2042.16%7D%20%20%20%20%20Some%20things%20in%20the%20last%20six%20months%20have%20remained%20the%20same.%20You%20are%20still%20a%20great%20eater.%20Between%20your%20third%20birthday%20and%20November%20you%20had%20a%20growth%20spurt%20and%20grew%202.5in.%20In%20those%20weeks%20before%20the%20growth%20spurt%20I%20got%20a%20glimpse%20of%20how%20you%27ll%20be%20as%20a%20teenager%20eating%20me%20out%20of%20house%20and%20home.%20%20%20You%20still%20love%20everything%20about%20firetrucks%20and%20firefighters.%20You%20%22play%20fireman%22%20every%20day.%20Every.%20Day.%20And%20if%20I%20would%20let%20you,%20you%20would%20watch%20%22Lots%20&%20Lots%20of%20Firetrucks">Lots & Lots of Firetrucks</a>" several times a day.<br />
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You love to play outside. This rainy winter has driven you {& your Mama} crazy. You have begged me several times on a rainy day to let you go out. I'm looking forward to the warmer - and dryer - days ahead.<br />
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Finally, Jackson you are learning to be a great big brother. Thank you for loving Henry and "teaching" him all the fun things to do. He is so blessed to have you as his big brother.<br />
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I love you sweet boy.<br />
MamaKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-3389554863163800772013-02-09T18:59:00.000-05:002013-02-09T18:59:42.633-05:00Family PictureToday was a special day in our family as we celebrated the boys' dedication at church. Following the dedication our dear friend, Jeremy Harwell, took a family photo to celebrate this special day in the lives of our boys.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Note: The outfit that Henry is wearing was once worn by Trip. </span></div>
Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-87410320986920547612013-02-03T10:50:00.000-05:002013-02-03T11:00:07.069-05:00Henry {8 months}Oh Henry...<br />
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Eight months! You are at such a fun age. No longer just a lump, you're reacting and responding to the world around you. Your personality is shining through more and more each day.<br />
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You continue to eat well. Finger foods are a new adventure and you are quite insistent on feeding yourself. You're not so sure about the high chair. You usually look as though you're trying to conquer it rather than use it to achieve the solution to hunger. We may move you to the booster seat much sooner than we did with your big brother.<br />
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Speaking of your brother, you LOVE to play alongside him. You look at him and his toys with such great interest. Every now and again he even takes the time to explain how a few things work. I think he likes "teaching" you and enjoys your interaction.<br />
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This winter has been a wonky one. One day it's 70 the next 30. But as much as possible we take you outdoors to see the sun and play. You like your swing and you enjoy going for walks as we <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2013/01/friday-funnies.html">wear out</a> your brother. {Your turn is coming mister!}<br />
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Crawling is coming soon. You have all the mechanics, you're just trying to figure out how to go forward. While I'm excited for you to figure it out, I'm savoring the days that I'm only chasing after your brother. I know that very soon I'll be chasing you BOTH.<br />
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<b>~ Happy 8 Months, Henry. We love you! ~</b></div>
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<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-69751287757306014872013-01-07T11:24:00.003-05:002013-01-07T13:56:46.408-05:002012 Recap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last year I did a fun recap post of 2011. So, I thought I would make it a tradition and do it again for 2012.<br />
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1. What did you do in 2012 that you'd never done before?<span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Became the Mama to TWO boys.</span><br />
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2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?</div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Last year I said that my resolution was to give birth to Henry because </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">otherwise the Lord and I were going to have a <i>serious conversation </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">if I was still pregnant today. I'm happy to say I kept that resolution..ha!</span></div>
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3. Did anyone close to you die?<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Well, while I never got to meet Carter, I felt close to he and his family as we passionately prayed for the Lord to heal him. We even led Jackson nightly in prayers for that precious family. However, that was not God's plan for him. In August he went to be with Jesus. Tears still well up in my eyes as I think about him not being with his family here on earth. Cancer, particularly childhood cancer, <b>sucks</b>. </span></div>
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4. What would you like to have in 2013 that you lacked in 2012?<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Balance. </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Figuring out how to juggle each of my roles and to do each one graciously. </span><br />
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5. What dates from 2012 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">January 16 </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">- the date of the ultrasound that confirmed that our second baby was a BOY</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">March 13 </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">- watching Trip get wheeled back to the OR to have his neck surgery</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">June 2 </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">- giving birth to Henry</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">August 16 </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">- Jack's first day of preschool </span></div>
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6. Compared to this time last year, are you:<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"> ~Happier or sadder?</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Happier! While this season is crazy busy in our family, we have such joy in Henry's added presence and Trip's healing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"> ~Thinner or fatter?</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">My weight loss date of 06/02/12 worked well for me in that area.</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">{See photo below.}</span><br />
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7. What song will always remind you of 2012?<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Matt Redman's "Never Once". </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">The lyrics: "Standing on this mountaintop, looking just how far we've come, knowing that for every step you were with us" will forever be a testimony to our family of ALL that the Lord did on our behalf in 2012.</span><br />
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8. What were your favorite books of the year?<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">I did two bible studies in 2012 that rocked my world. <u>James</u>, by Beth Moore and <u>Nehemiah</u> by Kelly Minter. </span></div>
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9. What was your favorite TV show?<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Parenthood is still my absolute favorite show, but a new one that I picked up in the fall was <u>Elementary</u>. It's a modern spin on Sherlock Holmes. It's fantastic. </span></div>
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10. What is a valuable lesson you learned in 2012?<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">It's hard to pick one lesson that the Lord revealed to me since every day He was teaching me so much in what our family experienced. But, one lesson that I will never forget is to be generous in whatever ways you can to others. I was blown away by the generosity of friends who came alongside our family and gave time, energy, money, food, etc to us following Trip's recovery and then the birth of Henry. <u>There were days I would just weep in gratitude</u>. That season of incredible need has passed on our family and I am </span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">continually</span> asking the Lord to show me where I can be generous in His name. I cannot imagine being the recipient of so many blessings and not earnestly seeking to respond similarly to others. </span><br />
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<b>~ Happy 2013 Everyone! ~</b></div>
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-71112248270978568082013-01-04T07:03:00.002-05:002013-01-04T07:29:04.784-05:00Friday Funnies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For anyone who has met Jackson, you know he is an active little boy. The boy is ALWAYS on the move. We play outside every day. Unless it is pouring, we are outside. We have a great backyard for boys. We have fort, sandbox, soccer goal, etc. But what we lack is yardage. I have spent many an afternoon "racing" Jack fence to fence just so that kid can burn some energy.<br />
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Lately, with the weather being so weepy, playing outside for hours has been limited. Even if it's not raining, the ground is too soaked to play. So, I have had to get <i>creative</i> so that Jackson will burn off that energy and go to sleep at night.<br />
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I had thought while pregnant that I would be able to push both of my guys in a stroller, but Jackson is just too tall for any stroller. His legs were dangling off the front and in danger of getting caught in the front wheel or dragging the ground. {And to be honest, it just looks <i>weird </i>to push a kid whose 41.5in tall.} But what I have discovered is that Jackson would much prefer to run alongside me while I push Henry in the stroller.<br />
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We got him some sweet kicks and we run. A lot.<br />
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We have several parks nearby that have great trails for running. So, we go and that kid just runs wild and free and then sleeps HARD that night.<br />
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The funny for today is Jackson's conversation with a sweet elderly couple yesterday.<br />
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One trail that we run regularly has 1/10mi markers. Since his greatest joy is to be faster than me, I let him run ahead to each marker and then stop and wait for me. While waiting for me to catch up the elderly couple stopped to talk to him. I wasn't but a few feet from him but this is what I heard:<br />
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Couple: Well, hello young man!<br />
Jackson: Hi!<br />
Couple: Have you been running this entire trail?<br />
Jackson: Yes. I love running. I'm really fast. But my Mama likes to take me here, because <i>it wears me out.</i><br />
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BUSTED.<br />
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As I approached them, I lowered my sunglasses and said: "Guilty as charged." They just couldn't stop laughing. "Keep on Mama, Keep on."<br />
<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-22359794231850600192013-01-02T16:49:00.000-05:002013-01-02T16:49:11.855-05:00Henry {7 months}Today Henry celebrated turning 7 months by hearing our favorite pediatrician say: "Both ears are clear!" Thank goodness. The past two weeks of ear infections and a sneaky cold have been sad for Henry. <i>Saaad</i>. <br />
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This past month allowed Henry to celebrate his first Christmas and learn to sit all by himself. He is quite excited about this new way of sitting. However, while sitting upright is fun, it has not stopped his efforts to learn to crawl. He has gotten up on his knees many times while playing and just rocked back and forth. I can just hear his brain, "Alright...now what?! There just <i>has</i> to be more!"<br />
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I love his big eyes. I think they are going to stay brown. {Yay!} </div>
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This is how I find Henry most mornings. Do not ask me how he does it, but if the sleeper has snaps, he will find a way to get his leg{s} out of it by morning. We keep the boys rooms cool since it promotes great sleep. But apparently it's not cool enough for this little boy.<br />
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Farmer Henry! </div>
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A special new toy for Henry. However, big brother </div>
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thinks he should have plenty of playtime with it too!</div>
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Baby Mum Mums!! Henry is a big fan.</div>
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Seeing Dr. Silverman today and getting the good news about his ears.</div>
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And this is Henry's new way of telling me that </div>
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"Yes, dear."</div>
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Henry, you are such a joy to our family. We were so excited to celebrate your first Christmas in our family. What we pray each day is that they Savior whose birth we celebrated would become the central part of your life even as a little boy. You are loved, sweet boy. Happy 7 months!</div>
Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-57461757165620902402012-12-17T14:57:00.000-05:002012-12-17T14:57:10.796-05:00{Mama Recommends}In the wake of all that has happened in the last few days, I needed to focus on something simple and good. As a Mama, one of the sweetest times in my day is when Jackson and I are reading books together. There is sweetness about sitting together and reading book after book and watching him react to the narrative and illustrations. I'm pretty sure there are some families who would give <i>anything</i> to toss aside the laundry today and read to their babies.<br />
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Over the past year we have read some of the greatest children's books. I cannot take credit for these literary treasures. Trip is the one who goes and searches the shelves for great books. When he had exhausted that search method he started using the internet to search out even more. I am so grateful for his joy at finding these books.<br />
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We have been blessed that our library has a great children's section. If your library doesn't carry one of the books below, REQUEST it! You'll be delighted to add it their collection. <br />
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So, without further adieu...<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Click-Clack-Moo-Cows-That/dp/1442433701/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355772158&sr=1-1&keywords=click+clack+moo" target="_blank">Click, Clack MOO: Cows That Type</a> by Doreen Cronin<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rescue-Bunnies-Doreen-Cronin/dp/B006OHWTPW/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355772192&sr=1-1&keywords=rescue+bunnies" target="_blank">Rescue Bunnies</a> by Doreen Cronin<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_5?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=knuffle%20bunny&sprefix=knuff,stripbooks,148&rh=n:283155%2Ck%3Aknuffle%20bunny" target="_blank">Knuffle Bunny Series</a> & <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_13?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the+pigeon+mo+willems&sprefix=the+pigeon+mo%2Cstripbooks%2C148&rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3Athe+pigeon+mo+willems">The Pigeon Series</a> by Mo Willems<br />
~actually ANY book by Mo Willems is a "must read"<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the+bear+series+by+karma+wilson&sprefix=karma+w%2Cstripbooks%2C170&rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3Athe+bear+series+by+karma+wilson&ajr=0" target="_blank">The Bear Series</a> by Karma Wilson<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kissing-Hand-Audrey-Penn/dp/1933718102/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355772378&sr=1-1&keywords=the+kissing+hand" target="_blank">The Kissing Hand</a> by Audrey Penn<br />
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<span id="goog_2005249988"></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=loren+long+&rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3Aloren+long+">Loren Lon<span id="goog_2005249992"></span><span id="goog_2005249993"></span>g</a> has a collection of books that he has authored as well as others that he has simply illustrated. <span id="goog_2005249989"></span>If he is ANYWHERE on the cover of the book, CHECK IT OUT. Among our favorites are the <u>Otis</u> series, <u>Drummer Boy</u>, <u>Toy Boat</u> and <u>Windflyers</u>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brian-Lies/e/B001JSFENK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1355772624&sr=1-1">Brian Lies</a> has a clever "Bat" series.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lasso-Cowboy-Barbara-Larmon-Failing/dp/B001OMHVQ4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355772797&sr=1-1&keywords=lasso+lou+and+cowboy+mccoy">Lasso Lou & Cowboy McCoy</a> by Barbara Larmon Failing <br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/J.-Klassen/e/B0058UQS7G/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1355772951&sr=1-2-ent">J. Klassen</a> has two "Hat" books that are hysterical.<br />
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The Snowman Series by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Caralyn-Buehner/e/B001IR1M0G/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1355773381&sr=1-1">Caralyn Buehner </a><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Here-Comes-Train-Charlotte-Voake/dp/0744572967/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355773757&sr=1-1&keywords=here+comes+the+train">Here Comes the Train</a> by Charlotte Voake<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sick-Day-Amos-McGee/dp/1596434023/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355773863&sr=1-1&keywords=a+sick+day+for+amos+mcgee">A Sick Day for Amos McGee</a> by Philip C. Stead<br />
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...and finally, our favorite book from this year ~ <br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fantastic-Flying-Books-Morris-Lessmore/dp/1442457023/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355773194&sr=1-1&keywords=morris+lessmore">The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore</a> by William Joyce<br />
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I could have listed 100 more books, but these were among our favorites. If you have one that you consider a "must read", please let me know.<br />
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Happy Reading!<br />
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<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-72088827357555949062012-12-04T22:44:00.000-05:002012-12-04T22:44:07.680-05:00The First Christmas PageantFor weeks we have listened to Jackson sing the cutest songs in preparation for his preschool's Christmas pageant. He was so excited to have us come to hear him. He must have asked me ten times today, "Mommy, are you sure you can come hear me sing?!" And each time, I would assure him that this was a special night and we wouldn't miss it.<br />
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Before tonight I had never had the chance to be in the audience and anxiously await the entrance of <u>my</u> child in a program. As a teacher I was always concerned that my class would be on time and that they would do well. But being on the the other side of such an important event at a school was so special.<br />
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As his class entered I could tell that he was anxious to find us. Trip and I dropped any sort of "cool" facade and waved wildly making sure he knew we were there and that he found us. Once he saw us he had the biggest smile and, if possible, more spring in his step.<br />
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I have looked forward to a night like tonight ever since Jackson was born. I love everything about the Christmas season. But the chance to see and experience it through the eyes and mind of a child makes you truly stop and reflect upon what Christmas is really all about. <br />
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-24229929549214087462012-12-04T21:49:00.001-05:002012-12-04T22:21:33.015-05:00Henry {6 months}I find it completely <i>inappropriate</i> how fast these first six months have gone. I cringe to think that the next six months will go equally as fast. The thought of placing a candle on a cake makes my heart just race.<br />
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I find myself savoring<i> </i>the time in this stage more so than I did with Jackson. Part of me loves the simplicity that our lives are right now and part of me knows the milestones that are lurking around the corner.<br />
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<i>Speaking of milestones...</i></div>
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Mr. Henry, the only big change this month is your <i>determination </i>to crawl. You have a shuffle and scoot thing going on right now. But, like you brother, you seem to only know REVERSE. This frustrates you terribly and you roll your way to the intended target. Don't tell Jack, but while he was at school you rolled your way to one of his firetrucks and squealed with joy as you grasped it for the first time.<br />
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You are a traveling champ. The Thanksgiving trek to Ohio was, dare I say, <i>enjoyable</i> because of how well you did in the car. <br />
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You love to eat. Peas and apples are among your new favorites. And it shows! Two more pounds and a half an inch in growth. Your still hanging off the top end of the chart in height, but you made it on the chart in weight.<br />
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What I love most about you is your smile and your laugh. You are so ticklish. If I need a good Henry laugh, I know exactly where to tickle. And the laughter of little boys in this house is such a wonderful sound.<br />
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Henry, you are such a joy to us. We have treasured these first six months with you and we look forward to what the next six will bring. Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-32788410392029349882012-11-07T14:29:00.002-05:002012-11-07T14:29:41.336-05:00Henry {5 Months}I am a little behind on Henry's five month post. It's for good reasons though. We had a very special <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2012/10/trick-or-treat.html" target="_blank">AWNT</a> come visit us for a few days and we were distracted by the fun. But alas, Henry is 5 months, 5 days today so before the month sneaks away, I wanted to post a few pictures and remember a few details.<br />
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Henry, at five months you are 27in long and 14lbs 6oz. </div>
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{We grow 'em long and lean around these parts.}</div>
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You are in Size 2 diapers.</div>
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& 9mo if they are one piece.</div>
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The biggest change this month was the introduction to food. I am using <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Super-Baby-Food-Ruth-Yaron/dp/0965260313/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352315114&sr=8-1&keywords=super+baby+food" target="_blank">Super Baby Food</a> again and unlike your brother you had an aversion to avocado. And not just a "<i>meh, I don't really care for this</i>" kind of reaction, a THROW EVERYTHING UP kind of reaction. Message received little man. No more avocado...{at least for a little while}. After that initial sadness, you have eaten everything else with great excitement. Sweet potatoes and bananas are real winners in your book. <br />
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After you finish nursing we always take a few minutes to read together. You have developed a love for books. And the best part is that you have started to "help" me turn the pages. <u>Brown Bear, Brown Bear</u> keeps your attention from the first to last page. And you think the way I read <u>Moo, Baa, La, La, La</u> is a riot. {You. Are. Welcome.} The joy you get from books is so special to me. Your big brother was the same way and he reads at least 5 books every day now. So, I am looking forward to rereading all of the special books with you!<br />
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Henry. Oh Henry.</div>
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You are such a lovebug.</div>
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I am so grateful for your sweet spirit. </div>
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I am looking forward to what this next month has in store for you.</div>
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Everyone who knows me gets a real chuckle by the way I say, A-U-N-T. Don't get me wrong, I like to be funny. But this particular opportunity to provide humor to others has always been lost on me. </div>
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I say A-U-N-T ~ "awnt". </div>
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The rest of you yahoos say ANT. </div>
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Speaking of that last word...oh I get taunted. Among those taunts are being told to read a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chicka-Boom-Anniversary-Edition/dp/1416990917/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1351728160&sr=8-1&keywords=chicka+chicka+boom+boom" target="_blank">book</a> where the author uses <b>pants</b> to rhyme with AUnts. And the latest tricky act was done by my sister-in-law. And the treat??? She used my sweet baby to harass me.<i> </i>I mean...<i>honestly</i>.</div>
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LUCKILY I think a lot of that crazy woman. In addition to silly pranks with phonetically sad words she also has provided not one, but TWO adorable pumpkin outfits to my kidlets.<br />
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Henry in 2012</div>
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-33737532123339587642012-10-24T12:51:00.002-04:002012-10-24T12:51:03.412-04:00Looking BackToday, NINE years ago I went on a first date with good 'ol Trip Radtke. To commemorate that special date I am guest blogging at <a href="http://jennifertousey.com/2012/10/24/facing-infertility-a-guest-post/" target="_blank">Re{de}fining</a>. The blog belongs to my dear friend, Jenn. She
is doing a series on motherhood for the month of October. She asked me to share the journey that God chose for Trip and me to become parents.<br />
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Many of you already know Jenn because of the faithful prayers you offered for she and her family as her daughter <a href="http://atlantaradtkes.blogspot.com/2011/03/answered-prayer.html" target="_blank">Charlotte</a> had her heart surgeries over the last few years.<br />
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So, why don't you go on over to her blog and read our story and then snoop around and check in on how God has been answering their prayers for both Charlotte, and her big brother, Sam.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-23370939785933818912012-10-21T07:57:00.000-04:002012-10-21T07:57:09.533-04:00The Sunday FunniesI decided to start Henry on some solids this week. Let's just say it didn't go over too well. I don't know if it was the avocado or the idea of his mother shoving a spoon in his face, but Mr. Henry had a few thoughts on the matter.<br />
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-27284183822907485432012-10-04T13:30:00.001-04:002012-10-04T13:30:12.944-04:00Jack's First Field Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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You might read that and think "oh, that's so sweet." But it goes beyond "sweet." Many of you know Trip's line of work, and therefore you know that this time of an election year is absolute INSANITY. So, for my husband to say, "I'll go!" was more than just "sweet" it was an incredible blessing.<br />
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I am so grateful to be married to a man who loves the <i>details </i>of being a father. He's not just on the periphery of our family's life, he is actively involved. This blesses me as his wife and gives our sons a godly example each day.<br />
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Truth be told, I think Jack was beyond thrilled that his Daddy got to take him. The two of them took off this morning in their jeans and boots and had a ball getting muddy. Between the goats, pumpkins, tree planting and fish feeding it was paradise for a little boy and his Dad.<br />
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Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-13192738837885592412012-10-02T14:47:00.000-04:002012-10-02T14:47:41.202-04:00Henry {4 months}The four month photos to go with this post were a hoot. Henry is wiggling all around these days. He loves to roll around, bring his legs up, get his feet in his mouth, you name it - if it involves movement, the boy is moving!<br />
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The newest fun for all of the Radtkes this month was to hear Henry find his voice. And when he found it, HE WANTED TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE HEARD HIS VOICE. EVERYONE. The child sounds like a baby velociraptor or pterodactyl. It's unreal. The best part is when he's lying in his crib attempting to take his nap and you hear these sounds followed by giggles. So, not only does he hear his voice, but he thinks it's <i>hilarious</i>.<br />
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This past month put some chub on Henry. And let's be honest. Who doesn't love a good leg roll? I think he's weighing in around 14lbs, but we'll find out for sure next week at his checkup. He has been in the throes of a growth spurt these last few days, so I'll be quite interested what all this extra eating has done. Taller? Or wider? We shall see!<br />
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<br />Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05292259648826695928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247466197524811393.post-16860612702321278952012-09-24T16:03:00.000-04:002012-09-24T16:03:15.380-04:00Autumnal BlissI have waited months for a day like today. MONTHS. It has been an absolutely beautiful fall day. The weather a bit chilly to start, a glorious breeze, and a sky so blue you think your eyes deceive you by its perfection.<br />
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I have also waited for a day when BOTH of my boys could be outside. The heat and humidity this summer was no place for a newborn. But today was perfect for Jack <b><i>and</i></b> Henry to be outdoors.<br />
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We started out on the swings and then moved to the blankets where Jack searched for acorns and pointed out all kinds of things to Henry he saw in our yard. I don't think we had ever seen that many butterflies. Apparently they thought it was a perfect day too.<br />
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I'm looking forward to many more days like this one. </div>
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Happy Monday everyone! </div>
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Last month we had a “conversation” about the swaddle. You made it very clear how you felt about that being taken away. But just a few days after that night of sadness, you flipped FULLY SWADDLED from back to front...TWICE. {And people wonder why I call you the Mighty Meaty... } So, I had to make the call and put you in the sleep sack. At first your protests broke my heart. But within a week you made peace with the change and actually started sleeping even better. {You’re welcome.}</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">This month you learned that you love your thumbs. Yes, I said thumb<b>S</b>.
You’re an "equal opportunity thumb sucker". You can't seem to decide
which one you love more, the right or the left. To you, they are both
yummy. But truth be told, in this political season, your parents are
hoping you'll go for the right. <br />
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This month also brought new ladies into your life. We finally ventured to church and put you in the care of Miss Kathryn and the rest of her Waumba sidekicks. You stole their hearts the first night. I thought I was going to have to <strike>strong arm</strike> bribe her to get you back. Each week you do so well and this blesses my heart as I have the chance to worship without the worry of the your number being flashed on the screen and doing the walk of shame to the back of the sanctuary.<br />
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Finally, </span><span style="font-size: small;">you are a sweetheart to the core. I can’t get
enough of your snuggles. And I am savoring them. Because I have my suspicions that you’ll more than likely end up a wild man like your brother
and you’ll be too busy one day for snuggles. And with recent events in
our backyard, you might even be too busy for pants, too. <i>Ahem.</i></span></div>
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