Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
It's time to get moving!
Pull out your goal outfits (I have SEVERAL to choose from) and let's think like a star! Notice I said star, not celebrity. Let's be realistic here. We are normal people. I do not have people preparing meals for me. I do not have time for 3 hour workouts each day. But, I have 15 pounds to lose (atleast). Sounds simple enough, right?
If it were that simple, I wouldn't be subjecting myself to the likes of the world wide web. Trust me! All you need is some dedication and a computer! Blog-a-long or use your facebook.
Here are the rules (by the way this is totally made up...so any ideas are welcome)!
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 8:08 PM
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Game face on...
Hopefully soon, you can celebrate with me because I....
...am ready to lose weight! I am tired of lugging around my extra baby weight. So, I thought you could come along for the ride. See, I need accountability. Nothing quiet about the general public along for the ride! So, in order to make this work, I thought it best to go public with my announcement. By, December I'll be wearing skinny jeans and I might even take a few pictures of myself to commemorate the achievement. Anyone wanna join me? More to come!
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 10:03 PM
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sometimes Robb and I wonder what goes on in the mind of this child? What an angel sitting in a serene chapel in the hills of Arkansas. We cannot read his mind, but he must have prayed to break free of the bondage of shyness. Seth is out of his shell. Silent Seth is out. Speech Communication Seth is in.
We knew he liked cars. We know he likes speed.
We know he loves to golf like Tiger.
And we know that he is left-handed like his daddy (Robb says left-handed people don't just march to a different beat, he says they make their own..hehe).
An ambulance zoomed passed us today...
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 8:25 PM
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
This is worth noting. I feel that it is necessary to amend or rather add to my days of our lives post. A literal 5 minutes after posting....
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 7:03 PM
Laci asked me if she could "watch me cook" tonight. So, we talked about our yummy gluten free meal. Lemon butter fish, almond green beans, and No wheat mac-n-cheese. We could see the TV which was turned to Dancing with the Stars.
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 6:12 PM
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Leyton: (Bringing me an etch-a-sketch with a straight line on it)..."Look! It's a princess in the castle!"
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 8:37 AM
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Gardening meant a lot to my Pappaw who passed away last August. He spent many hours preparing, tending, and harvesting his garden. It was often the highlight of my grandparents day. "What did we get from the garden, today?" The satisfaction of growing and harvesting your own food is something that my generation has not experienced. We go to the grocery store and the hard work of people like my grandfather is already beautifully displayed in neat rows of color and size.
Things have changed at my grandparent's house. My grandmother, Maxine, has adjusted the best that she knows how to life without him. Last time we visited, the weather was a usual Texas 100 degrees. Scorching, dry heat beat down on my grandfather's only producing tree. His pear tree.
The garden boxes he had built were dry and overgrown with weeds. Their gardener had passed away. One lone pear tree attempted to defy its' predestined path. Sagging branches, heavy with green pears - not yet ripe. Leave the pears and the birds will take them. Leave the pears and the heat will take them. So, for one last time, we stood in for the Real gardener. We stood in his place in the year of his death and we freed the sagging branches of their burden. I was glad my children could do this with me. They will not know their great-grandfather as I knew him. As we picked pears from his tree, they did not understand that this was his last crop. The last producing crop in the year of his death.
Will the pear tree produce next year? Maybe. Maybe not. Things change. Life changes. Without my Pappaw, life feels a bit out of sync. We shared many family meals and memories enjoying the fruits of his labor. And no matter what his Earthly garden looks like, I know that his Heavenly reward is perfect. Row after row of trees that do not taste the fierceness of the elements or even death. It is here that "our Gardener" has found rest with the One who indeed created the very first Garden to give to man. It is there where I see him busy at work serving a good God who allowed him to continue honing his gardening skills. We ALL will reap what we sow. We ALL will taste the fruits of our labor. Though his Earthly garden has been silenced by the sting of death, he lives with the Father. And I know his soul is satisfied.
"..On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be any curse... " Revelation 22:2-3
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 7:22 AM
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Even though, what happens in preschool stays in preschool, I was able to glean a little information from my children after their first day of school.
Laci left me with a smile and greeted me the same. She said that she had a fun time "making friends." Then, she leaned in and whispered "I played with Horsies the WHOLE time!" I think she thought she had gotten away with something there. She also let me know that a "other girl cried a lot." But, she made sure I understood that she didn't cry, just a "other girl."
Leyton was quite concerned this morning while we were getting ready to leave. Phrases like "today you're gonna leave me" and "you gonna pick me up, right?" were common. When we arrived, I saw a melt-down coming, but excused myself quickly at the drop off (I didn't want to witness it and knew that would only prolong things if I stuck around to console him). When I came back to pick him up, he was fine. The teacher said he cried for a little while, but was fine. His take on the first day of school was "people make messes." I asked him if HE made a mess too, "no I just played."
Seth wasted no time and no kisses rushing to meet his "new friends." He was VERY excited to leave I noticed when I arrived to pick them back up. Chanted "Time to go home! Time to go home!" Sorry Seth, you've got many long years to experience that thing we all call "school." I did ask him if he made some new friends. He answered me briefly with a "yeah a teacher named Candace." Oh I see.
I guess they will spare me the other details. After all, what happens in preschool stays in preschool. I better get use to that!
Posted by Jessica Kirkland at 10:36 AM