Painting

When I was learning to paint, I remember having many tear filled moments. I wanted to paint realism. I wanted to paint what I saw, but I never could get it on paper the way that I wanted it to look, God just didn’t gift me with the talent of realism. There were two things that my mom said regarding painting, (my mom, also a very talented painter!) that at the time when I was learning to paint were simply the perfect words for her teenage daughter to hear… and now as an adult are still words I live by.

“Do what God made you good at”
and
“There are no mistakes in art”

It didn’t take me long to realize that God did not make me a realist painter. However, I know that He did make me an artist and I every day love finding ways to express my artist side and love using it to glorify Him. But the real point of this story is to share that Dayla is turning out to be a lot like her mama. She often resists things that she can’t do “right” on the first try, so the first time she cried after painting something, I was excited at the chance to pass along my mom’s wisdom. I told her that “there are no mistakes in painting” and from that day forward, this little girl LOVES picking up a brush and painting her heart out. I think she would paint every day if I let her, and I simply love it.

We haven’t had tears over painting in a long time, but sure enough just a few days ago when we were painting some frustration surfaced. She picked up her painting and threw it across the table, crossed her arms against her chest and let out a very loud “OOOOOooh!”

“What is wrong?” I inquired. “It doesn’t look right” she responded with a pout. “Why? How did you want it to look?” “Well,” she replied, “I didn’t want it to look like a blue bush wearing a sock.”

So I look down and see this and I can’t help but laugh out loud until my belly hurts.

“It totally DOES look just like a blue bush wearing a sock!” I sputter between chuckles. Then she catches my giggles and we laugh together for a long time. I tell her it is my favorite painting of hers that she has ever done. She smiles ear to ear.

We are two girls …wishing we were realist painters…but learning to appreciate ourselves just the way God made us…and trying to laugh about it all along the way while we paint our hearts out.

4th of July!

Since moving to our house in Poway, we have been over and over again amazed, pleased and have completely fallen in love with our new city.  It has a small town feel but with all the conveniences of a big city.  It is the perfect balance of big and small: people who say “hi” to each other at the grocery store and help you when your hands are full, sounds of cows and roosters and birds in the morning, but there is also a Target just down the street.   Simply stated: we love it here.  It is so fun to note that this weekend last year we were moving in, unpacking the moving truck and piling boxes up in our new home, and now we are residents, home-owners and full time “Powegians”!

This year we decided to try out the local 4th of July festivities, and once again we were not disappointed. Complete with old man band playing patriotic tunes, snow cones, trains, free 4th of July crafts, writing letters to soldiers’ overseas, locals dressed up in period costumes, mock gun fights, potato sack races, and an abundance of American flags, sticky hands, laughter and fun.  The Lindsay family joined us for the fun and it was hands down one of my favorite 4th of July celebrations ever.

 

Learning About Baby

When we first told Dayla about “a baby inside mommy’s tummy” it was a bit anti-climatic.  She just looked at us and said “okay” and walked away, continuing to tell stories about her toys.  We didn’t expect much more, but it was a bit strange when it actually was so anti-climatic.  The next day her friend Tabby came over and I heard her run outside and scream, non-stop telling her friend about how her mommy had a baby in her tummy and how she would have a new baby brother or baby sister.  It melted my heart.

Now she tells everyone we meet “my mommy has a baby in her tummy” and I have to say, I love hearing her announce it.  It makes it feel so much more exciting and special for some reason, coming from her mouth.  It is funny how smart this little girl is:  she is excited but seems to be fully aware that she must wait and so her excitement is appropriately reserved.

If you ask her if she wants a baby brother or sister, she will tell you with much certainty “I want two sisters”.  I have already informed her that baby’s come one at a time (for most people anyway) and that we can’t really choose…all of which she accepts with seemingly full understanding…and then she will repeat to me, reminding me what the question actually was, “yes, but I WANT two sisters”.

My favorite thing as of yet is how sweet she has been to me.  This pregnancy has brought a lot of sickness, and with that an often tired and grumpy mama, but she never ceases to take care of me.  At night when I need to lay down she rushes to bring me my favorite pillow and often brings me either one of her blankets or one of her stuffed animals “to snuggle with”.  During the day she will pat my tummy and tell me it is “really growing”.  When we snuggle at nap time or bed time she will lean in, whisper things to my stomach, give a quick nod (as though confirming that the baby heard it), then a few pats on my belly button and say goodnight.

What a blessing to be pregnant again and to give Dayla a little sibling.  God is so good!

*Thought it would be fun to include this is a picture of me 24 weeks pregnant.  On the left is with Dayla, on the right is this time with baby #2*