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Five Photos - 11/18/16

I hope you had a great week.  For me, there were lots of hikes and too many sweets as evidenced below...
Max, exploring in the rain.  It seems like it was just yesterday that he was perpetually strapped to my chest in his Ergo carrier, sound asleep with his pacifier.

This is the only candy we allow our boys to have.  I've talked about them on the blog before.  The ingredients are clean, vegan, and lack artificial dyes!  The only problem I have with them is sharing ;)

Our oil diffuser (first mentioned here) is always going on and it's wonderful to walk into a fresh and sweet lavender scented room.

RIP to my most favorite mug in the world that smashed on the kitchen floor.

We got this strawberry cheesecake puffed corn at the local fall festival and it's so incredibly delicious, it almost lessens the guilt of eating corn and processed sugar (two huge no-nos in our household).



FAITH: When I Chose Modesty

When I was in my teens and early 20s, I was extremely immodest. While I was getting ready to go out, my goal was to look as hot as possible and collect as much attention as possible. 

I thought that if I could be the hottest woman in the room, I would be able to capture attention and it would be mine for as long as I wanted. It didn't occur to me that the kind of attention I was seeking is a fleeting kind. In other words, it didn't matter if I was the most beautiful woman that guy had ever seen. The kind of guy who appreciated my immodesty had zero standards whatsoever. He'd hang on my every word until someone else's skin flashed by. He'd flirt with me and then turn around and flirt with every other girl as well. This guy didn't care about whose makeup was better, who was witty, who had better legs, who was nicest, etc. The kind of guy who is attracted to immodesty is only interested in one thing and that's not your heart. This dude has no other standards an…

FAITH: Are You Willing to Give God Anything He Wants?

Push Up popsicles are interesting.  In order to eat more ice cream, you need to literally push up the stick that's connected to the platform in which the ice cream sits.

My toddlers both lack the strength and dexterity to push up their Push Ups, so I have to make myself available to help them out.  One of my boys understands this.  As his ice cream dips below the cardboard container, he'll eagerly hand his treat over so I can push the stick upwards and he can continue eating.  My other boy doesn't yet understand why he needs my help.  He'd rather chew at the cardboard than willingly hand over his treat for two seconds.  Whenever it's time to push up his ice cream, he grips it tight and puts up a fight against me even though my motive is completely for his benefit.  I never take the ice cream for myself, I only obtain the Push Up in order to make it possible for my boys to have more ice cream.  So they don't have to resort to gnawing on soggy cardboard.

This remin…