Sunday, December 25, 2011

Wonderful Gift.

If our greatest need was money, God would have sent us an economist.
If our greatest need was technology, God would have sent us a scientist.
If our greatest need was knowledge, God would have sent us a professor.

Our greatest need is forgiveness...which is why God sent us a Savior.

Couldn't have been sang any better than from Emma at Christmas eve service last night. Belting out "How Great is our God" - coming from the bottom of her heart as loud as she could.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Spunky Little Nut, Amaya Lynn.

See this picture below? Looks sweet and adorable, right?
Nah, for some reason I can just hear Hope saying "Oh Great and Mischievous One, please teach me your ways, so I too can drive my mom nuts all day long." And her cousin Amaya answers back with that grin, "just do what I do, just do what I say, and we will be the most ridiculous silly yet stubborn force to ever hit the Phipps extended family."
ummmm, ya, that sounds about right. - HA!

Oh Miss pretty Amaya Lynn. What can I say? You give the punk in spunk, the illy in silly and the razy in crazy! Who knew just three years ago that sweet little tiny (quiet?!) ball of baby we held at Christmas would become the spotlight of drama at family gatherings that keeps us all in stitches.

Last March I was blessed to spend an evening with just Hope and Amaya. Once Hope went to sleep the party started, let me tell ya! We jumped on mattresses till we couldn't catch out breath, danced until the moon was hung, painted nails, did hair (aka "put on the biggest bows you can find"), tried to feed Hank our make believe soup - he declined, and drank chocolate milk late into the evening with of course four straws.....because at Aunt Jill's house everything is four times as better! What an evening we had!Today (a day late), I say HapPy hAppY HaPpy Birthday to Miss Amaya Lynn. We love you so very much...even if you do someday teach Hope all your mischievous tricks! MWAH!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

...and then there was Santa.

I must admit, I thought many times over before typing this post. Christmas truly only exist because of the birth of Christ. However, I just can't help but overlook the image of the manger tonight.....because let's face it, deep down, there is a little bit of me that can not stop thinking about Santa.

Oh ya, Santa. He came to Fox Run (our addition) last night. 8:12 pm, I was rocking Hope to sleep while Emma was having an apple snack before bed. I thought I heard the beating bass of the neighbor boy's car pull around the corner, but as I listened, the sounds seemed musical...and moving slow...and getting louder. Much louder. The "I will always forever be 8 years old" piece of me jumped up out of the chair and hollered at Emma to get outside!

And there he came. Santa, on his big red....FIRETRUCK. Yep that's right folks. The jolly 'Ol St. Nic was wearing his red and fur, jamming to Here Comes Santa Clause and slowing getting escorted by Zionsville finest. Apparently the reindeer must be resting up.

Emma's eyes - huge. Hope's eyes - scared. We run back inside and I tell Emma to get her shoes and coat on so we can catch him on his way back out of the addition. Oh - her anticipation of his coming back through was priceless. Lots of jumping. Lots of giggling.

The flashing lights are headed our way. The music is blaring. Mom is freezing, Hope is clinging on for dear life, Emma is dancing. Believe it or not, but that firetruck stopped right in front of our house so Santa could make twinkling eye contact with both girls. Emma waving like a maniac. And little Hope smiles and gives back a gentle wave. Santa arches his back and give out a loud "Ho Ho Ho" as the truck pulls away.

Don't get me wrong - I love Jesus. And I love his birthday. But I also love 45 seconds of being a kid again. :)

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Just sit still and smile.

Obviously, after many attempts, the Phipps' family Christmas card is still lacking a picture from a certain someone. Thankyouverymuch, Miss Hope Kaylynn.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

...and when will I remember to start carrying Kleenexes?

Diaper - check
Wipes - check
Wallet - check
Keys - check
Hand cleaner, pen, cheerios, sippy cup, coupons, cell phone - check check and check.
Sunday evening, Adam and I dressed up our darling girls and headed out to the Christmas concert at church. Two girls, two dresses, two bows, two gorgeous smiles.The drive to church led us past many houses sparkling with lights...and when you have kids, those lights seem to be more sparkly than they really are (and magical too)! The church was full of decorations, people dressed in festive clothes, and a real celebratory ambiance. Our first taste of the holiday season. Magical. I love it.
The concert started. Hope on my lap, with Emma sitting between Adam and I. Hope is shaking her hips and clapping her hands, while Emma is in awe of the lights and music.
Christmas music. Beautiful.
My family. Beautiful.
Go tell it on the Mountain, Angels we have Heard on High, Silent Night. All beautiful. All in celebration of the birth of our Savior.
I sit there watching my girls and think of two years ago. Just two short years. Adam and I sat in a church in Ohio listening and watching a Christmas concert... Hope the Invitation . It was that night we knew what our little girl's name. It just had to be.
Two years later, hearing many of the same Christmas music...still having Hope.
Glory to God.
Glory to God in the Highest.
...when am I going to start carrying Kleenexes in my purse?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The first good snow of the season.


...yes Hope, the snow is outside this window too.....
To see the "awe" in Hope's eyes of the white covered world she saw, was enough for me to even enjoy the snow. (for a couple seconds at least - wink wink)

Kitchen and Laundry - Part 3, 4, 5....

Isn't it looking great? What more could you want in your kitchen than murals created by your kids, right?! :) And this my friends was how we spent Thanksgiving 2011.

The new floor was laid on the day before Thanksgiving and cabinets to come the day after, that left the painters (aka, Phipps' Family Paint Co.) to do their magic on Turkey day itself. To get the day rolling you see the below picture. Do not be alarmed, nor scared...it is just the youngest of the Phipps' crew - dressed by her father.
Check out these artist at work!
Yes, the stellar mom I am, I clearly have no boundaries for my children walking around construction sites with long objects in their mouths. Oh ya, and snot pouring out their nose.
Can you tell what movie we just saw?

And then came the yellow, followed by cabinets...
...and more cabinets...
....and more cabinets....
-to be continued. -