Day at the Beach

The weather has been so beautiful, and we were itching to go on an adventure, so we headed off to the beach this weekend and spent some time in Pacific City. This was Sophie's second time to the beach, but her first as a "crawler". She loved the sand and surprised us by not even attempting to eat it! As soon as we set her down in it, she crawled for what must have been 1/4 mile before she even looked up to see where she was. She was in crawling heaven!

Catching Up

I've found new inspiration to update our blog more frequently, so we have a little catching up to do. Life has been full lately and we've had lots of fun enjoying it through Sophie's eyes. Here are some glimpses of what we've been up to.

Sophie's first trip to the zoo was exciting - and we got to see a giraffe up close and personal. Her favorites by far were the monkeys and the goats. Yes, you heard me right....the goats.

Father's Day pictures

Grandma loved showing her the horses at our friends house. She couldn't get enough of them!

Tim and I both hope she grows up to love music. She had her first experience with a guitar, and although she was a little hesitant at first, she seems to be warming up.

Mountains are by far one of Tim's favorite things in this world, so it was a necessity that Sophie experience her first mountain trip as soon as possible. This past weekend we headed up to Mount Hood where we spent a little time at a stream and then hiking near the mountain.

More to come...I promise.

1 Corinthians 13, Paraphrased

I've been reading the book "A Mother's Heart" by Jean Fleming, and last night I read the following...which struck me as slightly funny but incredibly true and a great reminder of how I should seek to love. 1 Corinthians 13 has always been an inspiring verse for me, but when paraphrased and put into the context of a mother's love, it's simply great....

If I keep my house immaculately clean, and am envied by all for my interior decorating, but do not show love in my family - I'm just another housewife.

If I'm always producing lovely things - sewing, art; if I always look attractive, and speak intelligently, but am not loving to my family - I am nothing.

If I'm busy in community affairs, teach Sunday school, and drive in the carpool, but fail to give adequate love to my family - I gain nothing.

Love changes diapers, cleans up messes, and ties shoes - over and over again.

Love is kind, though tired and frazzled.

Love doesn't envy another wife - one whose children are "spaced" better, or in school so she has time to pursue her own interests.

Love doesn't try to impress others with my abilities or knowledge as a mother.

Love doesn't scream at the kids.

Love doesn't feel cheated because I didn't get to do what I wanted to do today - sew, read, soak in a hot tub.

Love doesn't lose my temper easily.

Love doesn't assume that my children are being naughty just because their noise level is irritating.

Love doesn't rejoice when other people's children misbehave and make mine look good. Love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children.