Monday, December 28, 2009

A Moo Cow Around and Around

In order to celebrate the lack of sleep that comes with the 8th month of pregnancy, here is a little snippet of some nonsense Weston was talking about a couple of weeks ago. I've been up since 3 a.m., so why not blog a little before the sun rises, right?

Keep in mind, that I caught him on the tail end of this little rant about a "moo cow going around and around", so he was starting to lose the gusto with which he began. It was hilarious.

(Sorry it is sideways-I didn't know you couldn't video the other way!)

Christmas pics to come...minus the ones of me hugging the toilet Christmas Eve (due to a stomach virus, NOT excessive yuletide partying)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


This time last year Weston was not even 9 months old, so he didn't participate much in Christmas activities and we took advantage by only getting him a few small things in his stocking. This year, however, he is a "big" boy and we've tried to some festive things.

Now we are not anti-Santa around here, but we're not making a big deal about him either. So when I got the advertisement for the member's holiday morning at the Magic House, my thoughts were 1. free treats and 2. getting to go to the Magic House before naptime. Yes, there was a story time with Santa, but Weston and I had our eyes on some doughnuts and about an hour of play time.

Oh friends, here is where we got it all wrong. It was not about pastries and was all about Santa. We get there and everyone was dressed to the nines for pictures with Santa and there were LOTS of people. Tights, patent leather, sparkles, glitter, sweater vests. I looked at Weston, glad that he was clueless and couldn't be embarrassed about his little blue t-shirt and leftover oatmeal crusties on his face. And luckily, once we got playing we found some other kids dressed the same as us.

We decided to go to the storytime after we ate and played anyway. Packed in a small room with 100 + people, Weston was now down to his undershirt after his water table experience. That left me 8 months pregnant, holding 2 coats, a bag, a wet t-shirt and trying to keep tabs on a toddler. The same lady brought me Weston's coat twice after I dropped it. After Santa came in, they announced, "Have a seat, it will be quite a wait to see Santa!" To which I replied to Weston, "Say bye-bye Santa!"

And off we went, leaving the Santa chaos to the professionals.

Saturday, December 19, 2009


We got Weston a "Little People" nativity set this year for Christmas and gave it to him early (obviously) so he could enjoy it and we could to talk about the Christmas story. I know he's young, but it's never too early, right? He does have a little confusion about Jesus (who I mentioned earlier he calls "Dedad"). For example, after talking about the Baby Jesus, he pointed to MY belly the next day and said "Dedad". Not quite...if only I had that kind of favor with the Lord :)

Two days ago, we busted out the nativity and I got his Jesus Storybook Bible out thinking I would read him the story and play the little characters in the manger. Yeah right, that lasted about 5 seconds. He loves to flip back to the story of Noah's Ark and look at all the animals and say, "Where'd the hippo go?" However, my heart melted, when he happened to flip to the page with Jesus on the cross. He stared at it a few moments and then said, "Oh shad (sad)!" Not ready with a great reply I mustered, "Yes, he was sad, but he was also very happy to die for us." I love this kid.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Thanksgiving Weekend

Things are movin' and shakin' around here...literally. Kurt and I just moved down to the basement which did not prove to be a simple task. Let's just say a set of box springs may or may not have been beaten to death this past weekend.

The house is slightly chaotic and it is very different living in the basement. I have shed some tears and fallen into discouragement, so it is good to post these pictures from THANKSGIVING and CHRISTMAS. Two things that I have not been in the last couple of days are thankful and focused on the Lord Jesus. So, here's to reigning in emotions and bringing it back to the IMPORTANT things in life...

Unfortunately, we forgot our camera at the Doolittle Thanksgiving and Bethel Thanksmus, but here's one from Thanksgiving at Kurt's mom's house with his sister's family...

At my parents house, my favorite highlight was Jesse (my brother's 1 year old son) trying to mount Weston's back and Weston, in confusion, repeating "big hug, big hug, big hug."

We also cut down our first tree the day after Thanksgiving. So much fun!

Weston enjoyed a tasty cookie during his chariot ride to the tree lot and we found the cutest little tree. Kurt very creatively tied it to the top of our car and we prayed our way down HWY 44 that it would make it home.

This could possibly be in my top ten favorite pictures of my husband. I can't put my finger on why, but doesn't he look so ding dang handsome?

And a good family shot that would make a nice Christmas card if I were sending out any this year (please look for baby announcement instead)...

There are many, many things to be thankful for in the Bethel family. First and foremost, a little baby sent by a most merciful God for a magnificent redemption. Weston calls him "Dedad". Not sure where those "d's" came from, but it sure is cute. Pics of him and his Little People nativity to come...

Friday, December 4, 2009

Kurt loves Saturday mornings...

I very well may have bloggers remorse about this post, but I'll use it as a dose of humility instead...I'm not afraid.

My husband loves Saturday mornings. And rightfully so. He leaves the house at 7ish Monday-Friday and Sunday has to get to church early to lead worship. Saturdays are his one and only morning. So we try to make special by ALWAYS making pancakes (pumpkin pancakes October-December) and coffee and taking it easy. Sometimes we get the Sunday paper (that oddly comes out Saturday morning). I cut coupons, Kurt looks at the sports section and ads for flat screen t.v's and Weston has a grand time tearing everything else into shreds. Around 9 a.m. we start talking about what we're really going to do with the day. It's nice...until Kurt got out the camera one fateful morning in all his Saturday morning excitement...

I have my hand over my mouth as if perhaps the camera is going to capture my morning breath.
And seriously, how am I still married with this outfit? Wow. It's really attractive to be 8 months pregnant and sporting a large fluffy blue robe. A few animals come to mind...elephant and whale are the first.

On a much cuter note, here's Weston in a post maple syrup stupor zoning out to something very intriguing on the television (hence why he doesn't get to watch very often!)

No pictures to embarrass Kurt, but that's okay, I love that he wanted to take a few pictures of his favorite people on his favorite morning.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Dear Baby Girl

There are so many pictures to share from Thanksgiving (oh wait, we forgot our camera), cutting down our Christmas tree and decorating our house, but I have to have a word with this little nugget in my belly first..


Dear Baby Girl,

You have been in utero for over 32 weeks and we just now took a picture of my belly. There is also no pregnancy journal to read about various baby girl things. You do not have a room yet (but your daddy is working VERY hard on that). Please don't be upset, it's just I've been a little busy chasing your brother around. I couldn't even get him out of the picture, you see?

Please know our love for you far exceeds the lack of documentation of your time in the womb. Be assured that you will have a baby book...I'm just not sure when it will be completed (perhaps by high school graduation?) Even though you've given me some "masking" on my cheeks and upper lip that make me look like Charlie Chaplin, I still adore you. You are a busy little bee inside there and I'm thinking you may be like your mama and struggle with resting. Please feel free to settle down at the 3 a.m. hour...I kind of like to be sleeping that time of day.

We fully trust that the Lord is knitting you together perfectly in His will and we can't wait to meet the little treasure He has created. You are so special little one! My first baby girl! We can't wait to meet you...but not too early, okay?