A PM MOM

I inadvertently became the parent coordinator for Teacher Appreciation Week at Emerson's school and KIDS, I AM SWEATING BULLETS. It's tough when you are neither crafty nor a present giver. -_-

It's hard to believe we are heading into the final month of Emerson's first year of school, and our first year as parents to a kid who is in school. lol At our preschool there are AM and PM classes. I didn't realize this prior but apparently to get into the AM classes there was a very early registration line long before school started. Little did I know when I waltzed in a month after that and asked for the AM class with the most popular teacher. :p

Needless to say we ended up in the PM class. Since then I have lovingly referred to us as the PM Moms. - you know, the ones who weren't on top of it enough to get into the AM class. Some say underachievers, others say relaxed and happier. lol

There was a candy drive around Halloween time. The class that brought in the most bags received a popsicle party. When I saw the list I died laughing. Can you guess which was our class?

Yup, that's us, at the very bottom T/TH PM class Miss Bree and Miss Jill. GAH! Josh wanted to wait till the last second and then buy the total number of bags +1. He's such an AM Dad (which I despise and also revere him for).

In our PM Mom Posse (haha) we have one who is really an AM Mom but sadly got stuck with us. lol She stood in line for registration and missed the AM class by like two people. She volunteers in class, brings the teachers their favorite Starbucks drink, and always knows what is going on. You know the AM type. 

So anyway, I learned a lot this year about what it takes to be a good school parent. How to be involved and helpful without being a difficult parent. Emerson was accepted into a private Pre-K thru 8th school for the fall so I'm heading into the big league of AM Mom's. Oh mercy me.

This year was a wonderful introduction for Emerson and myself on navigating school. Thankful for the moms I got to know who I commiserated with, asked dumb questions to, and laughed with. It was a good year.

Pool House Update

We visited the house today and were pleasantly surprised to see the stem walls up. Josh and his dad are chatting in our kitchen cabinets. lol The space feels better now that the support walls are down. I'm really hoping that the inside feels big but the outside feels small. Does that make sense?

I've been documenting our little build over on Instagram @joshandjmake. Join us if you're interested! 

Happy belated birthday Grandma. Miss you.

Psalm 121

I lift up my eyes to the mountains -
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip -
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you -
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm -
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going 
both now and forevermore.
Psalm 121


We are in escrow.

I am weary.

"Turns out, coming to the end of ourselves (energy, resources, savvy, wisdom, or strength) is great freedom. It's where we exchange our frantic peace keeping for His perfect peace giving. The end of our our resources is the beginning of knowing for real that "the joy of the Lord is your strength." Nehemiah 8:10 - gracelaced

Pool House Update

Rebar is in and concrete is being poured tomorrow. This is part of the 2-car garage facing the alley

The 1200 sq ft. house. These men are standing in Emerson's room. The right side of the square is Landon's room.


The future view from our living space.

And these are my inlaws, the generous people allowing us to take up their entire backyard for a home. And also they are here on a Wednesday night fixing our dryer. -_-

I jokingly told someone the other week that I married Josh so I could have Sharon as a mother-in-law and while that may be an exaggeration, I sure feel thankful I hit the jackpot of inlaws.

Open house this weekend at our house!

On The Market

Today our house officially went on the market. I gotta tell you, I feel like I just stepped out of the shower and everyone saw me. So exposed! The money, the decorations, the layout...ugh. I want to hide under a rug until this is all over. 

As a naturally anxious person, you might imagine the butterflies that are swarming around my insides about this whole process. Lord, step in. 

Also, can I get all the praise hands that March is over? Yesterday at Easter service, two people asked me if I was expecting. AS IN HAVING A BABY WHICH I CERTAINLY AM NOT. I guess the stress eating of 2018 has appeared. But guys, I thought everyone knew the social protocol about addressing someone potentially being pregnant? Basically you don't even glance in the direction of the stomach until they are nine months pregnant and waddling like a duck. Even then I'd wait until they brought it up. Right? 

Easter was good. Busy. 

Emerson loves a good audience and although she ham'ed it up, I actually thought she was pretty reserved. A few curtsey's, half turns, loud off key singing about two words behind the song.. my girl!

I'd never thought I'd say this, but this may be their best annual Easter photo yet. 

Landon had to open each egg before continuing on his hunt. Then he would tell me if there was one candy or two. Always a little pep in his step afterwards if it was two. heh

So glad March is in the past and I'm hoping that April, and the arrival of spring, will also bring a refresh to myself and our family. 

Gotta go, need to stress eat about my stress eating.