It's been an interesting month. I've been eluding to some craziness in our nest. I've finally be able to exhale and gather my thoughts.

My husband's company closes their doors tomorrow.

As the shock wore off I began to get sad. I'm sad for Mark and sad for the wonderful people he works with. His company is in the medical field and there weren't any indications of trouble on the horizon so the closing came as quite the blind side.

Fortunately my husband is the coolest cucumber you've ever met. Nothing rattles him. I freak out enough for the both of us. As a million things ran through my head (self paying insurance, draining our savings, months and months of unemployment) Mark stayed pretty positive that it would all work out.

Now I come to the title of this post. Faith. In complete transparency, there were days I had great faith. I knew we were blessed. We most definitely would be fine. But, honestly, there were days my twisted faithless mind would have us renting a shack and selling all our belongings to keep food on the table.

This faith struggle is something I need to work on. Why? Because, no matter what, God always provides. He doesn't necessarily provide in the way WE think. Every mountain and valley can not go perfectly to plan. I can tell you this, for a type A planner, I need to continue to learn to loosen my grip.

As Mark's current chapter closes and a new one begins (he starts at a new company Wednesday) I am thankful for the journey. This journey- no matter what- is bathed in God's provision.

With that, I exhale.


The Big Ending (you don't really want)

Thanksgiving #1 (tonight is another) was so fabulous. We enjoyed great company, delicious food and good football. At the very end of the night a little daddy-chase-Declan-around-the-table turned nasty when Decs head met the side of the table. He was left with a huge goose egg. Poor buddy.

Today we're off to try to get pictures for our Christmas card. Good thing I know how to use photo.shop. :)

Oh, and it's SIXTY degrees here today in Ne.braska. How are we blessed with such beautiful weather?!  Lovin' it!!!


15 months already!!?

I haven't done a monthly re-cap since Decs was 12 months and I don't want to forget all his growth and changes, so here it goes. Declan is:
~about 21 lbs. No clue how long he is..but he's tall and skinny like always!
~wearing mostly 12-18 month tops and 18-24 month pants.
~finally wearing size 4 diapers. He sleeps in size 5s.
~not saying too many words but babbling like crazy. He clearly says "daddy", "momma" (not as much as he use to- what the heck?), "uh, oh", "ni ni" (night, night).
~uses sign language to tell us that he wants more, is hungry or is all done.
~the most active child I have ever seen. He climbs like a monkey on all things!

Happy 15 months, Mr. D. You keep us on our toes and hearts full.


Brain Mush

Life is bonkers right now. We're busy as all heck and there are just some things I can't post yet that I'm ready to get off my brain. Soon, soon. Until then, here's Deckers lovin' the swing:



Boys do what boys do. Explore.
Declan loves pine cones, crunchy leaves, new textures, and running from his mom.


Daddy's Boy

Declan's been a major daddy's boy recently. It melts my heart.

I think Mark's appreciating all the snuggles and loving his little boy is giving him.
We're going through a lot of madness over here that I'll blog about later (economy related) so it's good to remember what really matters. Keep snuggling with daddy, little man, just don't forget your mama needs an open mouth kiss and squeeze once in awhile.



Halloween :2009:

Watching (ahem, playing during) the Husker game. They won. Finally.

Our little newsie: :) :)

Hanging out with buddy Owen:

The kiddos at the big Halloween bash:

Hmmmm...what's this?! Sugar!! (We're mean- we didn't let him eat it)