Most commonly heard phrase in the Peck household is a tie between:
"I'm still hungry." and "Can I play a PBS game?"
The internet is free, but the groceries are getting pricey.
1.18.2010
1.17.2010
My baby turned 1
Warning: I get all goo-goo-y when I talk about Keller. He's my baby and I just adore his chubby little self. Today he turned one year old.
Keller seemed like a long-awaited blessing, since my pregnancy before him ended in miscarriage. We were wishing for a baby and I was praying for a little peacemaker in our home, a little joyful child. I got pretty impatient during the last trimester, too, when everyone kept asking if I was due yet - and my tummy was so gigantic.
Finally he came. I went into labor watching John Bytheway on tv (That image is burned in my head) around 8:00 at night and Keller arrived at 2 am. We were so thrilled to have him. And now my little angel has been in our home for whole year now.
He's grown so much. Today, he walks, points, claps, waves, bounces, crawls, dives down steps, eats very cautiously-- I think he said hello today... He's just so so big.
Oh... that makes me so sad, though. I don't feel like I paid enough attention, that there were things I maybe missed, and now his whole first year is over. I hope I'll be able to remember what my sweet little boy was like as a baby. I just love him so.
I know, so so gushy. But truly, Keller Davis has been a blessing in my life. Sometimes I think that my depression is the price I had to pay to be able to have Kel in my life; if so, it is so worth it. I would suffer anything to have that boy in my arms. He is a joy and a peacemaker in our home. He makes me smile every single day.
Happy Birthday, Keller Bug; Mommy loves you so much.
Keller seemed like a long-awaited blessing, since my pregnancy before him ended in miscarriage. We were wishing for a baby and I was praying for a little peacemaker in our home, a little joyful child. I got pretty impatient during the last trimester, too, when everyone kept asking if I was due yet - and my tummy was so gigantic.
Finally he came. I went into labor watching John Bytheway on tv (That image is burned in my head) around 8:00 at night and Keller arrived at 2 am. We were so thrilled to have him. And now my little angel has been in our home for whole year now.
He's grown so much. Today, he walks, points, claps, waves, bounces, crawls, dives down steps, eats very cautiously-- I think he said hello today... He's just so so big.
Oh... that makes me so sad, though. I don't feel like I paid enough attention, that there were things I maybe missed, and now his whole first year is over. I hope I'll be able to remember what my sweet little boy was like as a baby. I just love him so.
I know, so so gushy. But truly, Keller Davis has been a blessing in my life. Sometimes I think that my depression is the price I had to pay to be able to have Kel in my life; if so, it is so worth it. I would suffer anything to have that boy in my arms. He is a joy and a peacemaker in our home. He makes me smile every single day.
Happy Birthday, Keller Bug; Mommy loves you so much.
1.16.2010
Real Simple Recipe
Check out this Super Yummy Pizza Recipe that we had for dinner tonight. We make it with our own homemade pizza dough; de-lish.
1.11.2010
Just another manic monday
Ben and I are exhausted. We were dragging ourselves out of bed this morning; apparently our weekend wasn't as restful as it should have been. It just boggles my mind when I see how chipper the kids are at 7 am. What's their deal? But really it makes sense, since all three of them are asleep by 8:00 every night; Ben and I sometimes doze off around 11:15. Maybe we need to make an adjustment to our routine.
Keller discovered that he can lift the toilet seat. Just this morning I found him with both hands in the water and I thought, "Oh no, not this phase again."
Canon thinks he owns the refrigerator. He just informed me that he has spilled apple juice on the table, floor, and himself.
Good news, I actually look cute today. Don't think that I'm conceited--this is really a huge deal for me. The days when I feel cute are few and far between. I guess that as I wash my baby's potty-hands and wipe up the juicy floor with my oh-so-tired self, at least I can feel pretty. :)
1.08.2010
On the brink of burntness
I have gotten migraines the past two days; misery. Too much in my head. Lists and jobs and things to do. Where do I begin?
1.04.2010
Day one on the Alien Planet
There was a glass of water sitting on my bed stand that was just bound to cause trouble. Funny how I ended up being the one who knocked it over onto... well everything.
It's the first real day of the New Year. Y'know with working and school and all the usuals. It has officially begun. And there's... well a ton going on in our lives that makes starting anew so much different than it's ever been. We're dog paddling for our lives here, people.
I am starting 2010 coming to terms with the fact that I am a person with depression. Frankly, I thought I would be past this by now; I thought I could outsmart this thing and move on. Tricky disease, that depression, though - I'm doing the absolute best that I know how - and I've come a long way - but this keeps on following me around. It's a fight, and a really tiring one at that. I know a few people who have dealt with depression for years, and I hate to think that maybe this is my trial from here on out, but I've seen that it's possible. Everyone gets their own burdens, right? I'm beginning to see that this is mine.
The kids and I watched a "Jesus movie" on Sunday (one of those animated stories from the scriptures.) It happened to be the story of Samuel the prophet and the sign of Christ's birth. The believers were waiting for the sign, the night with no darkness, and the non-believers were threatening to kill them if it didn't happen. But the believers prayed and had faith - a TON of faith in my opinion. They just knelt there and said, I'm paraphrasing, "If it comes, great, but if not, we will die knowing that we were true to our God." Ben and I are reaching for this kind of faith.
He's self-employed. He's the whole company. There is no back up plan. And here we are kneeling and praying that we will survive paying our bills this month, and doubting oh so much. I remember from when I was a kid, though, that even a desire to believe is better than nothing. Ben's working so hard.
Maybe it sounds like puny stuff to some, but our lives are so different this January; I feel like I'm walking through uncharted land. But the journey has been successful so far. Day one is coming to an end. The moments to hang on to:
We all got ready today,
Canon buckled his own carseat (the top buckle at least) once,
Taesya got to and from preschool,
we made pizza together without yelling,
Ben got in a full day's work,
dishes got done,
a load of laundry was put away,
instead of giving up on the day, I helped the kids with an art project
we sang songs together,
I didn't spend any unnecessary money at Harmons,
Keller walked greater distances than ever before.
Truly it was a monumental day. I found this really great quote in a book I'm reading. The book is called Life of Pi, and the main character says this of life:
"I speak in all modesty as I say this, but I discovered at that moment that I have a fierce will to live. It's not something evident, in my experience. Some of us give up on life with only a resigned sigh. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others--and I am one of those--never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitutional, an inability to let go."
We can do this.
It's the first real day of the New Year. Y'know with working and school and all the usuals. It has officially begun. And there's... well a ton going on in our lives that makes starting anew so much different than it's ever been. We're dog paddling for our lives here, people.
I am starting 2010 coming to terms with the fact that I am a person with depression. Frankly, I thought I would be past this by now; I thought I could outsmart this thing and move on. Tricky disease, that depression, though - I'm doing the absolute best that I know how - and I've come a long way - but this keeps on following me around. It's a fight, and a really tiring one at that. I know a few people who have dealt with depression for years, and I hate to think that maybe this is my trial from here on out, but I've seen that it's possible. Everyone gets their own burdens, right? I'm beginning to see that this is mine.
The kids and I watched a "Jesus movie" on Sunday (one of those animated stories from the scriptures.) It happened to be the story of Samuel the prophet and the sign of Christ's birth. The believers were waiting for the sign, the night with no darkness, and the non-believers were threatening to kill them if it didn't happen. But the believers prayed and had faith - a TON of faith in my opinion. They just knelt there and said, I'm paraphrasing, "If it comes, great, but if not, we will die knowing that we were true to our God." Ben and I are reaching for this kind of faith.
He's self-employed. He's the whole company. There is no back up plan. And here we are kneeling and praying that we will survive paying our bills this month, and doubting oh so much. I remember from when I was a kid, though, that even a desire to believe is better than nothing. Ben's working so hard.
Maybe it sounds like puny stuff to some, but our lives are so different this January; I feel like I'm walking through uncharted land. But the journey has been successful so far. Day one is coming to an end. The moments to hang on to:
We all got ready today,
Canon buckled his own carseat (the top buckle at least) once,
Taesya got to and from preschool,
we made pizza together without yelling,
Ben got in a full day's work,
dishes got done,
a load of laundry was put away,
instead of giving up on the day, I helped the kids with an art project
we sang songs together,
I didn't spend any unnecessary money at Harmons,
Keller walked greater distances than ever before.
Truly it was a monumental day. I found this really great quote in a book I'm reading. The book is called Life of Pi, and the main character says this of life:
"I speak in all modesty as I say this, but I discovered at that moment that I have a fierce will to live. It's not something evident, in my experience. Some of us give up on life with only a resigned sigh. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others--and I am one of those--never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitutional, an inability to let go."
We can do this.
12.24.2009
2 Timothy 1:7
"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
My husband, Ben, has been doing freelance graphic design work for a while now. Mostly just at night and when he can squeeze it in. About a month ago, though, his side-job became his full-time job. We are officially self-employed.
He works from home in our "office" without a door. It's been tough at times to get used to. But since Monday I've been seeing a glimmer of hope. Financially we so do not have things figured out; Logistically, though, and emotionally, I think we're going to be ok. I think this phase of life will be good for us and that we can grow closer as we spend this time together. Ben's already really grateful that he gets to see Keller learning to walk, rather than just hearing about it from me.
I'm so proud of Ben for his talent and his work ethic. When we got engaged, the idea of going into graphic design was pretty undefined and fuzzy to both of us. Design has become his passion now, and thanks to his his education and various job experiences, he's at a point where he can feel confident (well, fairly confident) as an independent graphic designer.
I love Ben. And it feels so good to transition a little bit from fear to faith. We're going to be ok.
My husband, Ben, has been doing freelance graphic design work for a while now. Mostly just at night and when he can squeeze it in. About a month ago, though, his side-job became his full-time job. We are officially self-employed.
He works from home in our "office" without a door. It's been tough at times to get used to. But since Monday I've been seeing a glimmer of hope. Financially we so do not have things figured out; Logistically, though, and emotionally, I think we're going to be ok. I think this phase of life will be good for us and that we can grow closer as we spend this time together. Ben's already really grateful that he gets to see Keller learning to walk, rather than just hearing about it from me.
I'm so proud of Ben for his talent and his work ethic. When we got engaged, the idea of going into graphic design was pretty undefined and fuzzy to both of us. Design has become his passion now, and thanks to his his education and various job experiences, he's at a point where he can feel confident (well, fairly confident) as an independent graphic designer.
I love Ben. And it feels so good to transition a little bit from fear to faith. We're going to be ok.
12.20.2009
Templated trouble
Hmm... how do I use that "About" tab up there? Is it just for decoration? Help, someone who knows CSS! Oh wait, Ben knows code. Maybe tonight he can help....
12.19.2009
And six years later...
Six years ago a freezing cold bride promised a red-haired college kid that she would love him forever. If they were being honest, they would admit that really they didn't know each other very well. And they were taking a giant leap of faith to connect their lives like that. The faith wasn't blind, though, because the bride and the college kid knew their Heavenly Father would be there, too. This marriage would be a team effort and it felt right.
Years passed.
Jobs changed.
They moved. A lot.
3 babies came.
One baby didn't come.
Money ran out over and over again.
Cars were sold.
Diapers were dirtied.
And the couple survived it all. They held on to each other and prayed and cried; they became stronger as the years went by. They laughed at silly things, danced in small apartments, and took a lot of risks - always together.
Today it is our 6 year Anniversary and I love that red-haired guy so much more than I could have imagined. I fell in love with that light that he possesses; I saw that genuine kindness he shows everyone he meets. He is a good good man who would do anything for our family. And I'm going to hug him and kiss him and follow him through eternity. I love you so so much, Benjamin. Happy Anniversary.
Years passed.
Jobs changed.
They moved. A lot.
3 babies came.
One baby didn't come.
Money ran out over and over again.
Cars were sold.
Diapers were dirtied.
And the couple survived it all. They held on to each other and prayed and cried; they became stronger as the years went by. They laughed at silly things, danced in small apartments, and took a lot of risks - always together.
Today it is our 6 year Anniversary and I love that red-haired guy so much more than I could have imagined. I fell in love with that light that he possesses; I saw that genuine kindness he shows everyone he meets. He is a good good man who would do anything for our family. And I'm going to hug him and kiss him and follow him through eternity. I love you so so much, Benjamin. Happy Anniversary.
12.17.2009
Happy Family
Canon has just started drawing faces! He's 3 years old and has never shown any interest in even drawing a circle or a straight line - now this. I'm super excited. We color, draw, paint, and create a lot in our home; art is one of the things I really enjoy about being a stay-at-home mommy. So when Canon draws something that I can recognize, I am overjoyed. So here are the pictures of our family that he drew today. My little budding artist son. :)
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