Trash to Treasure

My mom has been itching for me to post about this weekend. We had a yard sale at her house on Saturday. I know there are several people who read my mom's blog and my sister's blogs. Sometimes you get repeats. Sorry about that. It happened last weekend with Halloween and she decided she would give this one to me. It was kind of crazy and pretty blogworthy.

I have never had a yard sale before, but mom has had lots and always swears she will never do one again. She warned me it was a lot of work. Aren't moms usually right? She was this time, for sure! I don't recommend trying to get ready for one with young children running around. Some crying to be fed, others crying because they want their stuff back. There were a few moments of "is this even worth it?" Fortunately the weather last week was gorgeous, so for the most part we enjoyed the time outside.

The plan was for Steven to take Ellie and Luke from mom's house on Friday afternoon and have them until the following morning. I would stay with Andrew at mom's so we could get up before the crack of dawn to get started. [sidenote: That used to sound absolutely dreadful-to get up while it was still dark, but I have grown to look forward to that time of day. This is for several reasons, but mainly 1) because it gives me at least an hour of quite time without children and 2)coffee. Coffee and I started our love affair after Luke was born. I think I will definitely be one of those old people who go to bed when the sun goes down and is up before it rises.] Anyway, back to the yard sale.

So I managed to get in bed by about 9. Sooo sound asleep and mom comes in (who was in bed before I was) and wakes me saying, "Luke is throwing up" I was so disoriented. I could hardly figure out where I was, where Luke was and what I was supposed to do about it. I almost said "okay" and laid my head right back down.

Dad offered to drive me home. Sweet dad. And I have to brag on Steven. He had things very under control when I got there. Luke was bathed, laundry was going. Luke seemed to be doing okay, just very worn out. And Ellie seemed to be loving the drama at 11:00 at night. We made a quick plan B and brought Ellie with us and left Steven to tend to Luke.

I don't know about you, but when someone in our house throws up, my mind races to the worst. What are we in for? Everyone in the house is going to start throwing up within the hour. No one will get any sleep tonight. How am I going to take care of three children and a husband when I am throwing up myself?

Luke did throw up once more after we got back to mom's house. But I didn't hear from Steven again the rest of the night and I took that as a good sign. So after lots of sleeping rearrangements at mom's house (because I think I forgot to mention Ada and LB were there also), by about 11:30, I think the entire house was soundly sleeping again. A very short 4 1/2 hours later, mom and I were starting our day.

We kind of forgot to advertise, but it worked out so well, because apparently there were yardsales all over the place that day. We had a steady stream of shoppers from about 6 a.m. until 11:30 or so. While I really did not enjoy any of the setting up and taking down, I thoroughly enjoyed the actual sale. As you can imagine, after three babies, I am starting to accumulate a lot of baby stuff. Lots of clothes and I sold Ellie's crib bedding. It was hard. I literally watched the girl put it in her car and watched as she drove away. But I think it is in good hands. A first-time pregnant mom and she really, really loved it and seemed very excited to have it. Am I wierd or normal? I am okay giving most of my treasured stuff to others if I know they will love it or at least know that I loved it.

Ellie had a hard time letting go of some of her stuff too. Look at her face as she watches someone pick up something of hers and decide if they want it or not. She seemed to think that if they didn't want it, she could have it back. My rule was: if it's out here, it will never enter my house again.

Do you like her outfit? Pajama pants with a jacket, no brushed hair.

How do you like this contraption?

Ellie's baby clothes :( sniff, sniff.


Luke's bug hat.


Lots of coffee. Ellie included. I add about a tbsp. of coffee to their milk in the mornings. Call me crazy. But they love it! And personally, I think it's better than juice. Less sugar, anyway.

It was successful, I guess. I made about $250. Well, before I gave some to dad for a Taco Bell run. Mom took a picture of this guy at the end of the day. She said he looked sad, like nobody wanted him. Reminds me of the children's book Corduroy.

P.S.-I still have a great king size Pottery Barn duvet cover that I would love to sell. It is a neutral/cream/off-white color with a little embroidering around the edges. If you might be interested-let me know-annrbarber@hotmail.com.

There you go. I'm trying to recover. We stayed home from church today and Luke threw up again this morning. He was okay after that, he laid around a little more than normal, but other than that, has seemed pretty good. He's been telling people he "growed up" instead of "throwed up".

I'm wiped. Good-night!

Just a Few

I'm absolutely exhausted. No energy for a big 'ol post. But in case some grandparents in Albuquerque would like some Halloween pictures, I went over to Sarah's blog, and stole these few.

Who wouldn't want this mouse in their house?

He was supposed to be Ellie's Gus-gus from Cinderella, but Ellie decided to switch to a ballerina last week after mom made her this adorable tu-tu. No sewing involved!

And I think you all remember Dash. Here he is, hair gel and all. Doesn't he look so grown-up? :(

And last but certainly not least, Raggedy Ann. Laura Beth is assuming this is the last year she will be able to decide what Ada wears. This costume came off of an old doll. Mom had to take the outfit in and have the elastic put back in.

Will try to post more pictures from the weekend after I recuperate.

P.S. Do you like the new header? Can you read the font? Kate saved the day and figured it all out for me. Thank you, thank you , Kate!!! And thanks Sarah for the pictures.

Weekend in New Mexico

First of all, I have ZERO business sitting down to blog right now. My house is a wreck and this is going to be a very busy end of the week/weekend. (More on that later on)

It feels like I've been away from my blog a lot longer than I have. That is because I have been across the country and back since I last posted. Most of you know I used to live in Albquerque, I'm sure. My very good friend, Meg(who still lives there), called me several weeks ago and said her husband would be out of town for a weekend and asked if maybe I would want to come stay with her while he was gone.

Here is why she didn't want to be by herself for a long weekend-She has a 3 year old, 18 mo. old, and a 4 mo. old!!!! I just thought I had my hands full. I haven't seen her in 2 years and have never met her youngest two (both little boys). When I left, she had her little girl(Kate), and I had Ellie and Luke. Since then, our crew has doubled in size. So we packed our bags and hopped on a plane. "We" is Ellie, so she could visit with Nana and Poppy (and was actually quite a bit of help on the plane ride), and Andrew, of course, because I'm still his main source of nourishment.

It was such craziness-but such fun! We took TONS of pictures. Meg has my dream camera. A Canon XSi-is that right, Meg? She has also has my dream mini-van. A Honda Odyssey. I never thought I would be dreaming about mini-vans, but it looks like the day has come. Anyway, here is just a glimpse of the fun had by all...or most, anyway. As you can imagine, the weekend was not without a meltdown or two.

This is Kate. She and Ellie became fast friends.

Although, here Kate doesn't seem so sure.

I think she thought I was okay after I brought her a giant cookie from Whole Foods.

Sidenote: As I was typing this, Luke just yelled from his bed and said he had to go potty. (For about the third time). I told him if there was no tee-tee, I would be very upset. There wasquite a bit and as he went he said "That tee-tee was saying "Let me out! Let me out!" Yes Luke, I guess you were right.

Okay, back to Albuquerque...

Andrew did really well. Of course, he had a lot of people to watch.

For example, their little dog, Buddy. Ellie is usually very scared of dogs (even little ones). But she got used to Buddy and I think she liked that she could tell him what to do and he obeyed her. I know she wishes Luke would do the same.

This is Kai. He is 18 months and you can't take your eyes off him for a second. Here I think he is messing with the gas lines or something.

This is what he looks like when he plays dress-up. Isn't he too cute?

This is the newest addition, Corban. He doesn't spend much time on the floor because I think Kai might try to sit or jump on him. He must have been asleep in this picture. He's a big boy. Andrew and Corban can wear the same clothes. He's a great baby! The Lord knew Meg needed that.

I miss the beautiful Albuquerque weather. We went out in the backyard one afternoon. I think this is the first time Andrew had ever sat on grass. He didn't know what to do with his feet.

Did I mention that when we lived there, our house was one block away from Meg and Matt's house? They could see our front door from their back. We also had the exact same floor plan. (There are a lot of the same floor plans in that neighborhood.) I had a lot of deja vu moments. It tugs at my heart to think about our time there. We made so many memories and I brought two of my babies home from the hospital to that house. Here is a picture of Ellie when she was 10 months old, sitting in the grass, just one block away.

Time flies. Meg said it best-The days go by slowly, but the years go by fast.

It really was so great to go back and visit that which used to be my world. As with any place, there are things I miss and things I don't. There were a few things I "needed" to do while I was there. Eat some of the incredibly delicious, make your mouth water, (and eyes) chips and salsa, chicken quesadillas, (with guacamole, sour cream, and green chile). And for dessert, sopapillas (sp?) with honey. I thought I would never crave some of those things when I first moved there, but I have been thinking of ways that I could get one of those meals shipped right to my door. It was just as good as I had imagined.

Meg and I had a wonderful time, even though we were often yelling over children's voices. When things finally settled down at night and all was quiet, except for the hum of like four monitors, we kept thinking we heard a baby. I would say, is that yours? No, I think that's yours. We took them all out to eat one day and I'm not sure if people thought they were cute or we were just plain crazy. Maybe both. I would say the trip was a success. I even drug her into the blogworld. Check it out here. Thanks Wayne and Diana and Matt and Meg for the fun visit!

Now we are heading into Halloween weekend. Plus a tiny little shower for Laura Beth to welcome her new baby boy. (At my house-yikes!) So I have lots to do. I don't think piles of clothes on the couch is exactly the kind of thing guests want to see at a baby shower. I can't to see everyone's pictures from Halloween weekend...

Scary! (not a Halloween post)

We had quite a scare this morning. Here is what happened...

Steven takes Ellie and Luke to school every morning (Tues, Wed, & Thurs) on his way to work. This morning we were running a little late (as usual). I was helping them get out the door with Andrew on my hip. Steven had already turned the car on, and Ellie and Luke were buckled in the back. I walked back to the garage and realized the door was locked. I ran back to get Steven so I wouldn't be locked out of the house. He hopped out of the car and came to unlock the door. He was in the garage, I was standing on the driveway and I turned to see the car rolling off the driveway into the yard. I, of course, start screaming my head off "HURRY!!" -I think that is what I kept screaming. (kind of a blur) Steven makes a mad dash for the car, which at this point is past the yard, going downhill into the extreme weeded area, and quickly headed for the steep drop off which leads into a ravine-type thing (I guess that's what it's called-but I think you get the picture). Somehow-or because God sent His angels-Steven was able to get into the driver's seat and put his foot on the brake. Here are the pictures so you can get a better idea:

The driveway where the car started.


Where it ended up and where Steven was able to jump in.

This is how far the car was from the drop off.
The car might have been stopped by a tree? Not really sure.

Looking down the hill.

Looking back up towards the house.

So, there is Steven's ugly brown thing that I mentioned recently in a post. It's old, so when Steven pulled the keys out without putting the car in park, it let him, unlike a newer car.

So, from the time I saw the car moving until Steven was able to get in and stop it, the time that elapsed was probably about 5 seconds. It felt like 5 minutes (or longer). Ellie and Luke were definitely screaming and traumatized for a little while. But after we calmed down and they calmed down and I hugged and kissed their faces A LOT and stopped to thank the Lord for His grace and mercy(and haven't stopped all day long), I took them to school. They were eager to tell their friends and teachers about how daddy's car went "into the woods".

Steven stayed home to take care of getting the car out of the weeds/woods. I was sad Luke had to miss out on this. It was like a real-life Mater.


The tow guy (is that what they're called?) asked me if Steven was in trouble. You may be asking the same question. I couldn't get mad at him because...a very similar thing happened to me about two years ago. I think it was before my bloglife began, but I do have pictures. Wanna see?

No, this is not our house, this was our neighbor's house when we were living in a rental house. I managed to run the car into the side of their house. Thankfully, they go to our church and were very gracious about it, even though they had just painted the siding. I was not in the car, I was running beside it, trying to jump in-unsuccessfully, I might add. Are you wondering how this happened? I will swallow my pride and tell you. I was checking the mail and a spider jumped into my lap. I jumped out of the car. It went through the ditch, through a bush and into the house. Now you know why I had to keep my mouth shut today.

All day we have been saying, what if, what if? It could have been so much worse. It makes me wonder how many things God withholds from us during a day's time. Who knows why He allowed this to happen and did not allow something much worse to happen. Why did He choose to be merciful towards us? We don't know the mind of God, but we are so grateful tonight that He protected our family.

I don't want to be too dramatic, but Steven went to the visitation tonight for a man that has just passed away. And what he said when he got home is so very true. This life ends. It is fleeting. O Lord, may we lives our lives for the eternal, with our eyes fixed on the hope that is in Christ!

"Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away." James 4:14

Fun Fall Weekend

We have had a JAM-packed weekend full of fall festivities, and for extra fun Andrew and I have had a cold. I was starting to wonder when I would get one. I was due for a good one. But you know, moms don't get to call in sick. So we forged ahead as planned.

We asked for some fall weather, and we got it. It has been super cold around here. We have almost gone through an entire box of hot chocolate in the last two days.

So Saturday we bundled up and went to a fall party that one of my friends gives every year. It's when the weather really gets cold that you realize the clothing items that your children still need. For example, Luke has only his crocs and tennis shoes(that are pretty much too small). We have to stand him up and pretty much jump so he can get his heel into the shoe. And Ellie doesn't have a very warm jacket. But she does have a really, really cute hat. So I tried to take their picture before we left and this is what happened.

Ellie posing and making faces as usual... (Sorry for the extreme bluriness)

Then I ask Luke to scoot in so I can get both of them, but Ellie doesn't like that he is moving in on her photo shoot.

And finally, this is what we ended up with...

Then later this afternoon, our church had a fabulous fall festival out at the Brattons' gorgeous home. I'll have to admit, when I put Andrew down for a nap after church, I desperately wanted to crawl into bed with him (he fell asleep and I laid him down on our bed) and not get up for a really long time. But in spite of the cold (weather and illness), it really was a blast. The children's director put it together and had thought of everything. Ellie and Luke loved it, and did not want to leave even after over 3 hours of fall fun and quickly dropping temperatures.

Games and activities for everyone...

This is Ella Rose(left)-Luke's BFF from school and church. And Ellie's friend, Caitlin, on the right painting a pumpkin.

Luke and Dad doing the bean bag toss.

Lily Grace showing off her face painting.

Some of the cutest pumpkins you've ever seen.

And I'm not just talking about the kind you carve. Couldn't you just eat these two up? This is Shaw, Lily Grace's little brother. He is about six weeks younger than Andrew. They played a game too. It is called "who can get the can of puffs and keep it the longest." Shaw won.

Andrew says, "That's okay, maybe next year."

This is the "stuff the scarecrow as fast as you can" game. Each Sunday school class had a "volunteer". Gregory (Shaw and Lily Grace's other brother) was the 4-5 yr. old scarecrow. There was, of course, delicious food. The kind where you go back and eat more until you wish you hadn't. But because of my cold, I don't feel like I really enjoyed it too much. Sad.

Some of the adult scarecrows. Not as cute as a four year old scarecrow.

We had a hayride, marshmallow roast, and story time for the kids. But because it was getting so late and freezing, we opted out of the marshmallow roast and story, thus the meltdowns.
It was so much fun...to get in the car and turn the heat on!

This is completely unrelated to the previous post, but I have to share one last thing...Luke slept with me the other night and after I had already fallen asleep, he woke me up asking me why my legs were sharp. I was thinking, because I am sick, have three kids and didn't feel like shaving my legs. Then last night he woke at about 5 a.m. and we moved him to our bed. Steven said he scooted away from me saying, "I don't want to sleep next to mom-her legs are sharp". How funny.

Well, goodnight, I am going to go blow my nose and go to bed.

Long Day

Thanks for being excited with me about the swing. I was going to paint it today, but it rained a lot. My friend, Jodie, said she is having trouble reading my new font. If anyone else is, please do let me know. Don't want to cause any unnecessary eye strain. But I know a lot of people do google reader.

So today has been an exceptionally crazy day for the Barber family. If you came to my house tonight you would think Steven and I had been sitting on our rears all day while the kids ran wild doing whatever they pleased. This is mainly due to Ellie's "cooking", which I will get to in a minute.

I mentioned several weeks ago that since Luke turned three, he has become especially whiny and has many more meltdowns than what seems normal for him. It is not uncommon for him to be sobbing all of a sudden over something completely irrational. Which is exactly what happened today coming out of Wal-Mart. Or actually, it started in the check out line when he saw his new underwear being scanned. We still can't figure out what made him start sobbing, because normally you would think new Toy Story underwear would make a 3-yr. old boy excited. But all we could make out in between sobs was "buzz witeyear", and "woody". Handing him the underwear didn't help at all. It just made him more upset, because he couldn't get it folded back exactly the way it was in the package. He sobbed the entire ride home. And would say things like, "I'm so sad it's not my birthday" and "can I pwease get woody and buzz for my birthday" Of course, we said "sure, Luke" since his birthday is almost an entire year away. And through the sobs, he says "Thanks mom, thanks dad". When he receives any type of toy, or anything, such as the underwear, that comes in a package, he becomes almost more obsessed with the package. He gets very upset if the object won't go back exactly like it came. He wanted the underwear rolled up and taped, just like they were to begin with. Obsessive-compulsive?

He requires lots and lots of patience from me these days. And not because he is stubborn, but because he will repeat a question over and over and over in the same monotonous tone until it is answered. And since there are normally a thousand things going on at once and several different voices wanting to be heard, his question doesn't register in my head until the second, or third time. But he just keeps asking it until he gets his answer. Bless him. He kills me. Often, when I am not as patient, and I cross his sensitive line, his face breaks and he sobs, "I'm sorry, mom. It was my fault." He makes me melt.

While Luke has been having a rough time, Ellie has been doing really well lately. She truly is a help to me a lot of the time. She is always very eager to help and the other day she fed Andrew his breakfast completely on her own. I was like, "wow, this is good." She gets very busy pretending and playing. Super creative. And I think I have talked about her "pies" before. Today she was making a cake. And it was in a shoebox. When she makes food, it makes such an incredible mess. But it's fairly easy to clean up and she is so serious about it, so usually, I just let her cook. Sometimes the cakes and pies go in the oven and often into the fridge. I'm afraid one of these days I will pre-heat the oven and smell cardboard burning, or worse. Here is her cake chillin' in our fridge.

Does the Nike shoebox look out of place?

Here is the school situation. I'm not sure what's going on, but I think she has set out something for each student in her class.


We have been discussing Halloween costumes for a little while now. Luke said he wanted to be Dash from The Incredibles. He loves the movie. We have been told he looks like a Pixar character, in particular, Dash. We've looked around some on E-Bay, but tonight Steven found a Dash costume at CVS that was really on sale. So we spent the last 30 min. or so before they went to bed, playing dress up with Luke. We even put some hair gel in his hair to make it look like the real deal, but we'll save that for later. Here is a little preview:




Pretty close, don't you think?

Happy Anniversary

To us. Steven and me, that is. We got married 7 years ago yesterday. We have recently listened to the first two cd's in a series on marriage by Tim Keller. They are excellent. He makes the comment in one that one night he was going to bed after a long, hard day of marriage. haha! Some days are like that, aren't they? But he also talks about in a later sermon (I have listened to them all-Steven and I are now listening to them together) that marriage is meant to make us holy, and if we are usable, God will use us to make each other more into the image of Christ. I probably completely botched up what Tim Keller really says, but you get the picture.

He also says that we are to ever so gently, in love, reprove each other. This is where I fail miserably. I am not super sensitive and I can point out Steven's flaws in a second. He has flaws and goodness knows I have mine. But we choose to love even when it seems hard and we are in a covenant relationship. I am so thankful that God allowed me to marry a man who knows what this means and the seriousness of it. I am also so very thankful that he loves and has a passion for God's Word. That he loves our children and they have a Godly father to influence and play that crucial role in their lives. I am blessed.

We have some very dear friends, Ben and Esther, who so graciously allowed us to celebrate by going out to dinner in Huntsville. It was a treat, for sure. They don't have any children (as of yet) and when we got back I asked them if they had changed their mind about having any:) I think for the most part things went well. I know it sounds like we're becoming party animals and leaving our kids with sitters all the time, but this was very rare, really. I think things will be back to normal for awhile now.

Like I said, I'm very thankful for my husband, but I am about to share a few superficial things that I am very thankful for as well.

First....MY SWING! Can you hear my excitement?


Now picture it painted black and hopefully distressed a little, with a few decorative pillows. And not sitting on the garage floor, but hanging here:

Call it an anniversary gift, call it the fall weather just pushed us over the edge, but we bit the bullet. There is a man that lives not too far from here who makes swings and rockers. I hope some rockers will take their place on the other end of the porch at some point in the future.

I also bit the bullet and bought this:

Our dinners were starting to burn and stick to the old pan that you see on the left. I got it when we got married, so it's, well, 7 years old. It has served us well. It didn't take much convincing for Steven to be okay with this purchase. He's not much for burnt dinners.

And finally, my pansies. This is more of a happy thank a thankful. They just make me happy.
The orange is my favorite!