Tag: mama life

Sofia Teodora

IMG_5233Last week we met our sweet Sofia! She is an absolute angel! She has brought so much joy to our family! Hudson is absolutely in love with her and constantly asking to hug and kiss and hold her. She is already a daddy’s girl, and Jake doesn’t mind it one bit. We are so thankful for God’s incredible kindness to bless us with her. Lots more photos to come I’m sure. Thank you for all the love as we’ve welcomed this little sweet into our lives!



Thank you Belabumbum for the incredible pajamas! They have been perfect this past week with a newborn and would be amazing during pregnancy as well!

A Morning at Home

We’ve had a few cozy mornings at home this past week, and I’ve just been trying to soak it up. We have so many projects around the house we’re trying to get done before baby, it’s easy to forget to take time to move a little slower.

Each day it seems like Hudson falls more in love with this little baby (he or she seems to be having this affect on all of us). But there isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t ask {demand} to “see this beautiful baby right now,” as he puts it. I cannot wait to raise these two precious lives together.

I am also getting to that point where just about everything is pretty uncomfortable. With less than two months to go, and baby getting bigger by the day, I’m struggling to find clothes that me and baby can both fit in to comfortably. These PreggoLeggings fit so well, and are on repeat lately!

Hope all of your weeks are going well!

xo, Jac


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leggings | sweater | shirt Leggings provided by PreggoLeggings, but all opinions are my own <3

Fiery Souls


The other night I had a few moments to be still. Just me and God, these times are rare in my home. As I sat and pulled out this little journal that, for some reason, I resent lately, nonetheless, I began to write out my prayer. I was taught at a young age to always begin prayer in thanks, and I am eternally grateful for this. Taking time to thank God before I petition Him, realigns my heart, at least a little bit.

So I sat and thanked God for the most foundational aspects of who He is, because, honestly, at this point, it’s what I need to be reminded of: He is good, He is sovereign, He is God, He is with us… As I continued, I began to pray for myself as a mom, and mine and Jake’s children; I really felt compelled to pray this for every child He ever entrusts us with. And I had this beautiful realization. As Christians we are called to be lights in the darkness, a city on a hill. As moms we have the opportunity to be used by God to ignite that fiery light it tiny souls. So my prayer as a mom has been shaped to look something like this…

Lord, I want to be a light, but more than a light to anyone else, I want to light up my children. That you would use me to ignite a fire so deep within their beautiful souls that no darkness could ever squelch it; there is no greater privilege I have as a mama.

Deuteronomy 6:4-9
“Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.”

Here is a great, short sermon about being a parent – so so encouraging!




Sometimes {OFTEN} what I need is a solid dose of conviction paired with a little perspective. And as God often seems to do, He delivered exactly what He knew I needed at the exact moment I needed it.

A few weeks ago I started having pretty consistent regular cramping, went to the Doctor, checked it all out, baby is doing great, my body just seems to be freaking out. So the Doctor put me on, “moderate” bed rest.” Which apparently means, slowing down, only doing what I need to, and stopping as soon as there’s any pain, preferably beforehand. My idea of what I need to do, and my body’s idea of what I need to do have turned out to be pretty different. I would feel like I was doing nothing, and would still be in consistent pain – doing nothing with a 2 year old is pretty relative. Regardless, I was left frustrated, a little worried, and walking down a road of bitterness. As bitterness often does my walk quickly became a sprint, and I was in a full on bitterness-pitty-party-rut. It was honestly just ugly.

Sunday one of our pastor’s taught on entitlement, well … God so gently corrected me and completely just changed my whole perspective. I don’t deserve to have an easy pregnancy, the reality is, I don’t deserve to be able to be pregnant at all. If I were to focus on what I truly deserve, I’d remember that everything I have, all of it, is just God’s immeasurable grace; because even the hardest things are nothing compared to what I deserve.

So in place of the busy advent calendar of ice skating in Pershing Square, endless Christmas light searches, and “perfect” this or that I had created, we will be laying low, doing what my body allows, and soaking up time at home together. Truly, I love all the celebrations that go along with Christmas, but being forced to be at home and getting to focus more on what this holiday is actually all about, is a sweeter and more necessary gift than I could have known to ask for.

Happy advent, Merry Christmas!


You can listen to the message from Sunday here

Lessons from a fork

http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/product/home-tabletop-utensils/25395641.jsp#/ I don’t typically think of silverware as a way that God teaches me, but if He can use a donkey to speak, He can clearly use a fork to teach. I’ve been meaning to get this down for a while now because it’s been one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned since having Hudson.

I had been struggling with being discontent, wanting things that had been taken away, and just kinda throwing a little fit, and low and behold God chose lunch time to gently correct me.

It was a few months in to introducing Hudson to solid foods, and I just feed him with our regular silverware. I was feeding him a beet (one of his favorite foods, go figure) and he decided he wanted to feed himself. He grabbed the fork out of my hand and almost poked himself in the face. I quickly took it away, and he quickly threw a temper tantrum.

I’ve always talked to him as if he understands everything so as I was trying to comfort him I explained why I took it away. It went something like this, “Hudson, Mommy loves you so much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You don’t know how to use the fork, and that’s why Mommy had to take it away. The fork isn’t bad, it’s just not good for you to use right now…” I couldn’t even keep talking because I was so busy crying.

This is just a tiny, flawed, glimpse in to the heart of God. He gives, He takes away, He. Is. Good. And that’s why He does everything He does, out of His heart of love for His people. Love isn’t giving us whatever we want, love is giving us what’s best for us.

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