letters to my wee self

Another mommy blogger, Raising Madison, put out a challange to all of us this week to write letters to ourselves at younger ages. I have loved reading everyone's letters with funny moments, sad moments, and thought provoking moments. I have been thinking about mine all day. I like this idea of writing a letter to myself with all the things I wish I could have heard. Join in the fun on your blog too!

Dear Lindsay at 9 years old,
You are about to move across the country from Los Angeles to North Carolina. It is going to be a crazy time for your family, living in a place where we know no one and where our future is uncertain. But it will be the most amazing journey of your life. You will see your family come together to protect and support each other. You will make a "new extended family" with friends that you will celebrate birthdays, weddings, and holidays with forever. Enjoy this new place of lots of trees, safety, and a more innocent childhood. Play with your brother and sister and try to be the best big sister you can be. Do not whine when your parents make you go to their basketball games and cheerleading competitions. You will wish you were there for more of them later.

Dear Lindsay at 11 years old,
Middle school is going to be tough. Super tough. Girls are mean. They say mean things that make you feel horrible inside. That make you think that you will never like what you see in the mirror. But all those girls? They were just as insecure and sad as you. They just had bigger mouths and a hard spirit. Hold your head high. Smile with that mouth full of braces. Rock those big sweatshirts. You got it going on.

Dear Lindsay at 17 years old,
I know you think you love him. And you do. But you need to let him go. Stop going back to him over and over. He will not be different, even when you both get to college. He will not grow up. Realize he treats you like crap and he always will. You do not want to waste your tears over him. God has someone way more amazing for you. Someone who will love you with his whole heart. Hold out for that guy.

Dear Lindsay at 19 years old,
Your best friend is about to tell you she is pregnant. You will be rudely and horribly launched into adulthood. You shouldn't have to think about these things yet. But you do now. Tell her it is okay and you love her. Support her even more than you think she needs. Try to imagine yourself in her shoes and give her what she needs. She could use a good friend now more than ever.

Dear Lindsay at 21 years old,
Enjoy these years in your little apartment with your best friends. It will be the most carefree time in your life. Enjoy all the silly study sessions in the library. Enjoy late night Cookout milkshake runs. Enjoy snuggling in your PJ's on the couch and watching Dawson's Creek. These girls will be your best friends for life.

Dear Lindsay at 22 years old,
Thank God for this amazing man. Try not to make your dating life so dramatic. Have more conversations and listen more than talk. This is the man you will marry. This is the man who will be a wonderful father and love of your life. He is God's gift to you and treat him as such. Enjoy all the wedding planning and try to not freak out about the details. It will be a fabulous day, even though you lose your veil and it almost rains. Thank your parents for throwing you such a beautiful wedding.

Dear Lindsay at 24 years old,
These will be the hardest next two years of your life. The desire to be a mom will overwhelm you and hurt your heart in ways you cannot imagine. You will cry a thousand tears. You and Brian will dig deep in your heart to try to understand why God is letting you go through this. But hold tight to God's promises. Remember to tell Brian what an amazing husband he is. Thank him for all the shots he has to give you, all the doctors appointments he has to go to, all the hormone swings he will hold your hand through. And your mom...oh your mom. She will be your amazing calm in the storm. She will hold your hand and your heart. Thank her for her unfailing love and support.

Dear Lindsay at 27 years old,
I know you cannot take one more minute of this never-ending, heart wrenching, constantly stressful and terrifying pregnancy. I know it has been a long, sad road. But enjoy these last moments with Lila inside you. Memorize every little movement. Every kick to your ribs. Every hiccup. It will soon be hard to remember those amazing feelings and how you ached to hold her in your arms. And prepare your heart. You will not believe how much you love this tiny, little person. How you will thank God every day you pick her up for keeping her safe. Make sure to stop and remember every second. Becoming a mom will be the best moment of your life.

Finish each day and be done with it.

You have done what you could;

some blunders and absurdities have crept in;

forget them as soon as you can.

Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely

and with too high a spirit to be encumbered

with your old nonsense.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

chop, steam, purée...repeat

Yesterday, I went on a big adventure. An adventure into the world of making baby food. Why would one bother to make baby food when it comes in those adorable little pre-made jars? Well let's break it down shall we?

Packaged baby food (jars or plastic) = $.22-$.40 an ounce
Cost of large peeled bag of carrots = 3 bags @ $1.99 each ($5.97 total)
Cost of fresh papayas from store = 3 @ $2.50 each ($7.50 total)
Cost of fresh mangoes at store = 9 @ $1.50 each ($13.50 total)

3 bags of carrots = 168 ounces of baby food = $0.03 an ounce
3 papayas = 96 ounces of baby food = $0.08 an ounce
9 mangoes = 89 ounces of baby food = $0.17 an ounce

So you can see the difference. Some things seemed to be much more worth it than others. The mangoes (and the nectarines which I did not price out) did not yield as much baby food per item. But most things save a TON of money. And I really do like knowing exactly what is going into Lila's tummy. Which will just be the actual food and a little bit of water. And of course, a mommy's love...I know, gag me.

We decided to make the baby food as a group, since it is really just as easy to make a small amount as it is to make a large amount. The work is in the amount of different foods you are doing at one time. Me and 2 of the other Four Pack mommies all picked 2 foods each and then gathered to figure this out all together. Imagine lots of unnecessary using of pots and bowls, lots of messy puréed food on the floor, the hubbies trying to handle the babies, and baby paraphernalia central. 

I am so looking forward to making more baby food now that we have a handle on it. All of our recipes and information were taken from the Wholesome Baby Food website. And here is the How-To for baby food making. If you want to read more information, just click on the "Read More" below. Hope you enjoy the directions for your own baby food making party!

Vegetables
Carrots, Sweet Potatoes, and Yellow Squash
Fruits
Nectarines, Mangoes, and Papayas

shiny happy people

I am already sensing a problem. Lila loves electronics. All electronics. Or all shiny boxes as we call them. She stares at them as if in a baby coma. It's something about the bright lights. If she is sitting on the couch with me, she will literally turn her head around backwards to stare at the TV.

Yesterday, my mom entertained her for like 15 minutes with my phone while I was getting ready to nurse her. And then she just laid on the bed with her paci staring at my dad's iPad while it played music. Although, honestly who wouldn't want to just sit and stare at the iPad in all its glory?

I think we might have a little TV hound on our hand. I feel so unprepared though. What are the cool shows for babies to watch when she gets a little bit older? I know Baby Einstein is so 2000. What is the awesome, developmentally appropriate shows on the market now?

Don't worry that children never listen to you;

worry that they are always watching you.

~Robert Fulghum

winner winner chicken dinner

And the winner from Random.org of the awesome Organic Cotton Reusable Produce Bags from Oh, Little Rabbit Etsy shop is...

Kayla of My Bella Baby!

Kayla, I sent you an email with instructions about how to contact the shop to receive your awesome prize!

This week has been a little crazy, with Father's Day, moving Katelyn and Peter into their new apartment, and then on Tuesday, my mom had some minor surgery. So I really have not stopped to breath. On weeks like this, where I just don't stop, I feel like I need to focus on what allows me to stay calm and collected.

1. Big, warm bubble baths. I didn't really like to take baths before I was pregnant. And then I got huge and uncomfortable and liked to float around in the tub. The other night, I was just exhausted, so I handed Lila off to Brian, poured a glass of wine, and just sat in the bath and read a book. Epic.

2. Fifteen more minutes in the morning. That alarm goes off and there is nothing I love more than pulling the pillow back over my head, snuggling up to Brian sans baby, and napping away.

3. A really cold Diet Coke. Not cool, freezing cold. Straight out of the can. Loves it.

4. A trashy book. This week, I am reading a Mary Higgins Clark novel. I know, it is ridiculous. But I love the predictable mystery and easy reading. Next week, I am picking back up with "Bringing Up Girls" by James Dobson. So I hope you can forgive the momentary lapse in literary judgement.

5. Labeling all my frozen milk in the freezer with the date and organizing it. It gives me a sense of control. And knowing I am providing for Lila, even when I am frazzled.

What gives you a sense of calm and control when you are having a crazy week?

Be like a duck. Calm on the surface,

but always paddling like the dickens underneath.

~Michael Caine

green with envy

I try to be green. I know that I use disposable diapers (FAIL) and sometimes when I am out in public and there is no recycling bin, I throw a plastic bottle in the trash can (double fail). But carrying reusable grocery bags is something I can do. So easy! And they make super cute ones! I try to keep my grocery bags in my car, so all I have to do is grab them on the way into the store. And it is always nice when stores remind me if I am distracted in the parking lot by moms on their cell phones trying to win extra points by running me over with their minivans.

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The one thing I do hate is dealing with produce. I am a little OCD. Okay, a lot. And I hate putting produce in my cart to roll around all over the dirty plastic. And then putting them on the nasty never cleaned moving counter at the checkout. So as much as I hate wasting the plastic produce bags, it was that or germ overload. Or so I thought...

Enter Oh, Little Rabbit Etsy shop with their Block Printed Organic Cotton Reusable Produce Bags. What an amazing idea! Why didn't I think of that? You can load your produce up in these babies at the store, bring them home and put them in the fridge, and wash them when the thought of all the germs overwhelms you.

Oh, Little Rabbit has offered to give away a set of these beautiful handmade bags to one of my readers! Here is what you have to do to win your very own set of produce bags:

-Be a follower of my blog by clicking on the "Follow" button on the right hand side of the blog and then leave a comment on this post with your email address (required to enter)
-Head over to Oh, Little Rabbit's Etsy shop and "Add seller to Favorites" then come back here and leave another comment telling me you did (+1 extra entry)
-Follow me on Twitter and then come back here and leave another comment telling me you did (+1 extra entry)

The giveaway will be open until Wednesday (June 23) at midnight. I will pick the winner using Random.com and announce it on Thursday! Good luck and who knew being green could be so cute?

Don't blow it - good planets are hard to find.

~Time Magazine

daddy's day

Happy first Father's Day to the most amazing husband and father I could have ever hoped and prayed for. I have lots of surprises planned for Brian today but I don't want to spoil them so I will do another blog post later this week. But for today, here are all the ways I love how Brian fathers:

I love how Brian stops when he is holding Lila, looks down at her, and kisses her head.

I love how he blows raspberries on Lila's tummy and makes her squeal with excitement.

I love how Brian always sings Lila's name out when he walks through the door after work.

I love how he used to kiss my tummy every morning when I was pregnant before he left for work.

I love how Brian brags to his friends and family about all of Lila's new developments.

I love how he likes to hold her during worship at church because he loves singing with his baby girl in his arms.

I love how he prays with her about the amazing life God has ahead for her and our family.

Any man can be a Father,

but it takes someone special to be a dad.

~Anne Geddes

moving on up

Today is moving day! Not for me, thank gawd. I told Brian that we are not moving again until we are rich enough to afford movers. The kind who come in and pack up your house for you. And all I have to do is stand there in my pearls and apron and pass out water.

But it's moving day for my sister Katelyn and her husband Peter! They are moving up from Florida so Peter can start his MBA at Duke this fall. He's super smart. And it means they will now be living 5 minutes from our house! Not 3 hours by plane, or 10 hours by car, or 10 days by bike. It is going to be so amazing to have them close by to hang out with anytime we want. I am pretty sure they are going to have to kick us out of their new pool on a weekly basis. We are just so excited for their new life up here, Katelyn's new job, Peter's school program, and the amazing things God has ahead for them.

To welcome them to our town, I went and got take out menus from all of our favorite restaurants. I know it is fun to find new places to eat when you move, but there is also some days you just want a little take out and you don't want to end up eating bad food. This way, they know where the cheap Chinese restaurant with the little man who always gives extra fortune cookies and a wink!

The great thing in the world is

not so much where we stand,

as in what direction we are moving.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes

nanny diaries

Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a nanny! Wow, that was a tough process. I mean, I knew it would not be simple finding the exact right person to watch Lila two days a week. But I did not expect the silly people who apparently think they would be good nannies to come out of the woodwork.

I only was searching through personal recommendations right now. So no online nanny sites. Or Facebook. Just through emails to people I trusted. And apparently, I need to reassess who I trust. Some of these women...wooo. Maybe I just have too high of expectations, but I didn't think it was too much to ask for someone who answers emails in a timely manner, speaks English, is a Christian (I know that one is a stretch, but it was important to me), and has experience with small children. Oh, and is NOT the mayor of Crazytown.

It is a big deal to think about someone staying in your house all day, caring for your child, wanting them to be taken care of and nurtured. And then...Hannah emailed me. Oh Hannah, with her cute red hair, and slight English accent, and understanding of infant developmental milestones. I will try to wipe my drool now in case Hannah ever finds my blog and is weirded out by her stalker mommy boss.

I had such a great time talking with her today and hearing her ideas on child rearing and life. In fact, I think we could be friends. So unprofessional, I know. First time mom, very inexperienced with this nanny business. So now that I have decided to allow Hannah to become Lila's new BFF, I need to find another mommy to share her with.

Could I make this any more complicated?? Since I don't make enough cash money to pay for Hannah myself, I am trying to find another mom with 1 or 2 children who would like to share her two days a week. And we can all be one big happy, working parent, nanny extraordinaire family. Please let me know if you hear of any families that would want in on this fabulous (and much cheaper I might add) nanny sharing idea. Cause you know you want her to be your baby's BFF too.

I had one nanny who made me sit

in front of a bowl of porridge for

three or four days running when I refused to eat it.

I remember being very unhappy about that.

~Anjelica Huston

nip/tuck

Today I have to go to have a "procedure" done. By the way, that is what rich people call a trip to the plastic surgeon's office. While I was pregnant with Lila, I noticed a mole on my stomach was getting weird shaped. However, everything on my stomach was getting weird shaped, so I didn't think too much of it. But then my mom convinced me to go get checked out at the dermatologist office, just in case. So since I had met my deductible for the century, I decided, heck...what's one more invasive trip to a doctor?

They removed three moles, including the studly looking one on my belly. And two of them came back pre-cancerous. Booooo. We have bad skin in my family. My dad has had multiple pre-cancerous spots removed. But then again he spent the first half of his life surfing in the Pacific Ocean without sunscreen, so perhaps that's not just a bad genes thing for him. But I was not really surprised that the doctor didn't like my dalmatian spots.

My dermatologist sent me to a plastic surgeon so he could consult on removing all of the skin around the two spots to assure they stop those cells from spreading. So last week, my mom headed over to the plastic surgeon's office with me to watch Lila while I went in. We opened the door to the sleek, modern office with shiny leather couches and lots of smooth skin looking receptionists. They took one look at us and gave us a look of affirmation that we were in the right place. Little did they know that nothing would be smoother after the doctor was done with me.

While we were waiting in the reception area, about 10 different people with various levels of cosmetic surgery enhanced bodies came parading in and out. Each time looking slightly concerned at the au natural mom and daughter (and gasp, a baby!) in their shiny doctor's office. When the doctor finally saw me, he asked me to pull up my shirt so he could measure the area on my stomach he needed to remove.

Obviously he had forgotten what real tummies look like, because he quickly realized my recently stretched to expand for a watermelon skin would not be measured until I laid back on the table. With much effort, he did manage to make it through the appointment without even mentioning a tummy tuck. But I could tell he was biting his tongue the whole time.

Beauty lasts five minutes.

Maybe longer if you have a good plastic surgeon.

~Tia Carrere

one year old

One year ago today, Brian and I woke up in our borrowed condo in Chicago, got in the car, drove to our doctor's office, and Lila and her 14 brothers and sisters were created. It's hard to believe a year has gone by since our IVF retrieval date. I remember how nervous and excited and terrified and hopeful we were that day. All we wanted was for God to bless us with a baby. I remember falling asleep in the procedure room, praying that God would give skill and wisdom to all of the doctors who were going to have a hand in the medicine that would grow our baby. And then 5 days later, Lila and her brother Wrigley who is now in heaven were placed back inside me to grow.

We talk about how miraculous it is that Lila was the baby God gave us. It could have been any of those 14 other babies, and she would be a totally different person. But she's our Lila bean. And not a day goes by that I don't thank God for answering our prayers.

God does not exist to answer our prayers,

but by our prayers we come to discern

the mind of God.

~Oswald Chambers

attack of the butterfly

Lila got a little rambunctious during playtime today. Or rather, the butterfly started it and she told him who was boss. 'At a girl.

Grown-ups never understanding anything for themselves,

and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever

explaining things to them.

~"The Little Prince" by Saint-Exupery

reading rainbow

Our local library reopened recently after being closed for several years. Yes, you heard me right, several years. I have been traveling to other branches since we have lived here, but now I have a brand new library with shiny new books right around the corner!

Brian had the afternoon off work yesterday so we spent some time wandering around Durham. First we went to Duke Gardens for a nice long walk with Lila in The BOB. And then, we went to the library. And it was even Brian's idea...brownie points for him.

And as what I am sure will be the first of many, many trips to come, Lila picked up a little reading of her own. Somebody got her first library book!

Butterfly in the sky

I can go twice as high

Take a look

It's in a book

A Reading Rainbow

fourth trimester

I remember friends telling me that they needed to create a new line of clothes between maternity and regular clothes. For the fourth trimester, or those months after you had a baby. I always figured that I would just wear maternity clothes until I could fit in my regular clothes again. Well, that is not true my friends. After wearing the same 10 outfits for an entire pregnancy, the last thing I wanted to do was put those stretchy pants back on.

But sadly, I am not back in regular clothes yet. I have been able to lose all of my pregnancy weight, but my body looks nothing like it used to. Now I have to own a whole new temporary wardrobe. One with pants one size up and shirts that are loose for nursing and that hide stains and do not require dry cleaning. So many things I never thought about before I had a baby.

Especially with my new job starting next month, I have to think about what can be a nice transition from home to work. TJ Maxx and department store sales, here I come! By the way, I could totally be that girl in the "Maxxanista" commercials. The silly thing is that I am usually covered in spit up most of the day on my fancy new clothes. But at least I look cute while changing diapers.

Clothes make the man.

Naked people have little or no influence on society.

~Mark Twain

the napping house

I love taking evening naps on the couch in the evening. I love feeling the weight of Lila's body on my chest. I love hearing her little baby noises as she sleeps. It was one of the things I looked most forward to when I thought about our life with our baby. And nothing makes me feel more like a mom or makes Brian look more like a dad than protecting our sleeping baby girl. I am glad she is such a peaceful sleeper. It always makes we wonder what she dreams about in her little baby mind.

No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap.

~Carrie Snow

dirty laundry

We are truly suburbanites. I am writing a post about my excitement of getting a new washer and dryer. Cause we're flossy flossy. Our old washer and dryer were O-L-D. We bought them 5 years ago when we got married from my college roommate Emily who had bought them from a little old couple. So they were 15 years old minimum. Basically half as old as me.

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And then we got a fairly new (only 3 years old) Kenmore High Efficiency set. So fancy! So many cycles. I was beyond excited. Since as a new mom, I basically live every moment of my life putting clothes in or out of a washing machine. I mean for real, why can't poop just magically wash itself off? What about those commercials for pants where the liquid just slides right off of them...can I order that up in a onesie?

So we hooked up the shiny, multi button, digital read appliances and loaded up the washer. I washed a load, put that in the dryer, and then started another load in the washer. After the dryer cycle beeped that it was over, I went to pull the load out. Oh no, they were still wet! Hmm. So back in the dryer on high for a little longer. Hmm still wet.

That is about when I realized that the dryer, while technically on, had blown a breaker and was not actually blowing any air. And now I had 2 loads of soaking wet laundry. I remembered there is a laundromat down our street that did not look too sketchy from the outside. I mean, I have never been to a laundromat...how hard could it be? I throw the 2 loads of wet laundry in trash bags and run down the street while Brian watches a sleeping Lila.

As I am dragging the 2 ton bags of wet laundry to their front door, when a man stops me and tells me that the laundromat closes at 10pm. It is 9:45pm. He also acts as if I should know this obvious fact but I can't think of a way to tell him "How should I know?? I have never been to a laundromat! I am only here because my expensive high efficiency dryer is broken tonight" without coming across as a bit stuck up. So I wisely keep my mouth shut.

I am now standing in a laundromat parking lot at 10 o'clock at night with 2 soaking wet bags of laundry. Thank God for cell phones as I was saved by a friend who happen to be up and let me dry clothes at her house until midnight. Laundry=1, Lindsay=0.

Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains,

a pretty violent image there.

I think if you've got a t-shirt with a bloodstain all over it,

maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem.

Maybe you should get rid of the body

before you do the wash.

~Jerry Seinfeld

she works hard for the money

One of the logistics that had to be figured out when Lila was born was my work situation. Up until I got pregnant, I was working as an event planner at the college where I went to undergrad. I loved my job, but I worked a lot of nights and weekends. It was also an hour commute each way every day. Once Lila was born, I could not imagine leaving my little girl for that long every day.

So I took a leap of faith. I quit my job, praying that God had another job out there that would better fit our lifestyle. Our priorities are just different now. And I have been LOVING the last 12 weeks at home with my baby girl. But to be honest, I miss working. I miss going to an office, being productive, talking to adults. Oh yeah, and that whole getting a paycheck thing. It is such an internal conflict for moms. Because when I am at a job, I am not with her.

I am excited at the blessing of a job God has brought along to fill all of our needs! Yesterday, I accepted a job planning special events for a local non-profit. 10 minutes from our house. And I just love the atmosphere, with lots of kids running around and a family friendly office. In fact, I will only have to work in the office 3 days a week! And the rest of the time I can work from home with my little girl! Thank you Jesus for allowing me to take care of Lila, work to help support our family, and enjoy the amazing event planning and fundraising work I will get to do.

Choose a job you love, and you will

never have to work a day in your life.

~Confucius

snuggle bug (and not so snuggly thoughts)

Lila just looked so adorable curled up on the couch this morning with her new toy. It has crinkly wings (so unbelievable exciting for a baby) and sings a lullaby when you pull its tail. We picked it up on Saturday during our date night. Yes, that is right, we went baby shopping on date night to buy some cute stuff for my good friend who just told us she is pregnant (shout out to Mrs. M!). Losers. Right before we saw "Robin Hood." Double losers. Pretty lame movie, except for that part where he shot an arrow through a guy's throat from like a mile away.

I know, I just can't help but like gory stuff like that. Not like, chain saw massacre gory. But like funny because it is so crazy absurd gory. Top 2 awesome gory movie moments:

1. In "Lake Placid" where that guy is scuba diving in the lake and all of a sudden his buddy in the boat sees it bubbling underneath the water and the scuba guy pops up screaming and his buddy tries to pull him out of the water and the giant gator had chomped the lower half of his body clean off.

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2. Another fabulous movie "Gladiator" with Russel Crow (Huh, same guy as in "Robin Hood." Maybe he also has a thing for crazy gory scenes...). He is the gladiator fighting all these bad guys in the Coliseum and he takes two swords and stabs this guy in the chest and then pulls the swords out and swings them through the air and chops off his head. Hilarious!

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I know, I am one sick sick puppy. But it makes me laugh for some reason. I promise to be more particular about my movie choices once Lila is old enough to watch movies with me. Do you have a weird type of movie that you love? Leave a comment and tell me some funny stories.

A good film is when the price of the dinner,

the theatre admission and the babysitter

were worth it.

~Alfred Hitchcock

4 pack o' fun

Having babies at the same time as friends is so special. Sharing stories, favorite toys and products, and parenting advice has been a life saver. But the best part about the "4 Pack" of babies, as we call them? Dressing them up and subjecting them to baby fashion shoots! Who spent their Memorial Day posing babies?? Yes my baby does not like to be squished.

Daisy, Raelyn, Sam and Lila all trying to hold it together long enough for one good picture.

Look at us, we're babies in a wheel barrel!

And there's my Lila girl!

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.

"Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?"

"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw.

"I just wanted to be sure of you."

~A.A. Milne 

molly the dog

It makes me so sad to write this post. I am so worried that people will think bad of me, because we love our dogs to death. However, Molly has not been adjusting well to life with Lila. She is so sweet to her and not violent at all. She is just not getting enough attention. She is upset because we can't play with her as much. She is needing more love than we can give her.

We have decided to find a new home for Molly. We would love to see her with a family with lots of kids that want to run around the yard with her. I so desperately want to find her a home and know she is taken care of. We are trying to do the right thing for our family and for Molly.

With that being said, I am putting out the call to anyone who has thought about adopting a cute, house trained dog. Here is the posting with all her information. Please comment below if you want more info and please pray we can find a place of love for our sweet puppy.

Molly is a sweet, playful 2 year old hound mix. She joined our home a year and a half ago and has been a wonderful addition to our family. She loves children, loves to play with toys (especially balls and ropes), and does well with other animals. She is spayed, up to date on her shots, and has tan coloring with dark brown markings. She is house trained, but likes to sleep in her open crate. She would be a wonderful dog for a family with a big yard to run in. Please think about bringing Molly into your family!

There is no psychiatrist in the world

like a dog licking your face.

~Ben Williams