Thursday 27 November 2014

Three Months

Canaan Brian Andrew is three months old! I know I say this every time, but man TIME FLIES. I looked back on some pictures the other day, and it's crazy how much he has changed! He's losing that baby look and is becoming more and more like a little boy (which kinda makes me sad, but i'll get over it).

He is becoming so much fun; Canaan interacts with us so much now, and we love it! He is such a little talker, always blabbering away! He has even laughed a few times, which is just so cute! He doesn't give away giggles freely though, i've tried many times to make him laugh! If the TV is on, he is looking at it- it must be all those bright lights moving back and forth! I tried to get him to appreciate the lights of our Christmas tree the other day and he wasn't interested because the TV was on! In the past few weeks he has noticed his hands and feet and stares at them quite often! And if the soother, or a bottle isn't in his mouth there's a good chance his whole fist will be! It's been so much fun to see him develop and change and begin to have a little personality. He holds his head up now, and were starting to work on strengthening the back muscles so he can sit up by himself! That will be quite the day!

The older he gets the more Michael and I realize how much we love his name. I'm not boasting, when we first named him we were a little worried he wouldn't grow into it and that we to wouldn't get used to saying it. But he most definitely has, and we love it. A friend of mine wrote a blog the other day about why they named there son what they did, and I to have been wanting to write about that for a while I just kept putting it off. But she reminded me, so I thought i'd share it all with you. Thanks Steph :)

I had loved the name Canaan ever since I was in high-school. I remember reading my bible one day and coming across it, I'm pretty sure in the book of Joshua. I thought to myself, that would make a good boy name for my future son! I had never heard of any one being called Canaan before, but I thought it worked- so I kept it in the back of my mind for future reference :) I loved the story behind the name. God promised his people that he would lead them to the promise land- the land of Canaan. Despite his peoples many failings and disobedience God kept his promise and led His people there. It may have taken 40 years but God kept His word and in His timing made it happen. We serve a God who keeps His promises, when He says something it's as good as done. I just love that. And the most amazing thing? God keeps his promises even when we are disobedient. AMAZING, what a love we are so unworthy to receive!

When we found out we were expecting I shared my love for this name with Michael, and he didn't feel the same way about it. We chose many more boy names, although none of them really seemed to win our hearts either. I kept returning to Canaan, and Michael still wasn't convinced. When Canaan was born we decided to find out the meaning of Canaan, and it just seemed to fit exactly with what we were feeling and what we hoped he would one day live up too. Canaan means to be brought low, or to be humbled. It sounds a little harsh at first, but there is nothing more humbling than being a parent. At least not right now in my opinion. I have been humbled time and time again in my new role as mommy, and even on his first day of life we both recognized that. We are also told in the bible to "humble yourself before the Lord", in a sense we are to be brought low so that Christ can be made high. In our lives we need to be made less so that Christ can be made more. Something we hope and pray that Canaan will do one day. That he would take hold of the promise of eternal life that God gives to His people because of the Gospel and that he would accept the free gift of grace and humble himself before God in a personal relationship with Him. It seems like such a big name for such a little boy to live up too but we know that even that is something he can't do without God.

Being his mommy is one of my greatest joys. It's not the easiest, but I love it and wouldn't trade it for the world! Keep growing little stinker, we love you!

Now for some pictures.....








A little three month to one month old comparison. He's getting chubby :)


Monday 10 November 2014

Ten on Ten- November

Today, I used my SLR. It was very exciting.It's crazy how differently I viewed my day through the eye of a lense- the every day events seemed to be a little more fun. It's more than 10 pictures, but that's ok :)

Today we:

Woke up and hung out in bed for a while.

 Had some coffee.

 Lit some candles, because it's cold outside and seems like the right
thing to do.

 Might have had more than one
cup of coffee.

 Had some waffles for lunch!


 Hung out with Daddy.

 Had some tummy time.

Took a nap.



Had some supper,
courtesy of Daddy.
 Played scattergories with some friends!

The prideful momma

I read an article a while ago on all these "mom shaming" things that us mom's do to each other. Not only did I agree with every one I read and experienced  the "shaming" in some way, but  I felt convicted. Not just because I knew that I too had judged my fellow mom but I was just as guilty of being prideful in my mothering skills. This article pointed out my sin to me in a way i'm sure it didn't intend. I realized that I strived for, and so desperately wanted to be the perfect mom, the perfect house keeper and the perfect wife. I realized that sometimes I thought I was, and I wanted others to think the same of me.

As I started to evaluate my life and how I  was portraying this kind of attitude. How many times a day was I doing something just so I could post it on instagram? How often was I browsing online stores just wishing that I could purchase these specific treasures for my home or my little one. How often was I stressing and getting worked up before we left the house to visit friends hoping our little guy wouldn't cry the whole time or that I looked a certain way. As I type this i'm reminded again of just how sinful I am. I knew being a mom would be hard, but I never imagined it being a sinful battle! I spend so much time worrying what other people think of me and how I mother my child or the way I keep my home. No my home isn't always clean, yes I have to formula feed my baby and I understand it's not the best like breast feeding is, yes we leave our little boy with his grandparents every once in a while so my husband and I can go on a date, yes we use a soother, no we don't use cloth diapers. There's a lot of things that we do that I know a lot of moms would disagree with, or choose to another way. And yes, I care a little too much and wish that I could do things perfectly and by the text book. But, I can't. I'm not perfect, and I will never be. I will fail at this mothering thing. I will make mistakes. And I will battle with my pridefulness every now and then. But I worship a Saviour who is perfect, who lacks nothing! In him I live and move and have my being, and in him can my battle with sin be defeated.

I pray that my pride, my covetousness, and my desire to please other people will become a thing of the past, that I will gain victory over these issues. That I will live to bring glory and honor to my Saviour and not myself.  I'm thankful for forgiveness. I'm thankful for mom's who can be honest about there struggles and for those who have encouraged me.

"But, he gives more grace. Therefore it says, 'God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.'...Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will exalt you." - Hebrews 4: 6 and 10

Grace- unmerited favor. Something we don't deserve.
Proud- having or showing a high opinion of one's own dignity, importance or superiority.
Humble- The opposite of proud, feeling of insignificance, modest of opinion of ones significance or rank.
Exalt- To raise in rank, to elevate. To praise or extol.

I'm slowly learning what it means to humble myself before the Lord. But i'm thankful for grace and for a God who doesn't give up me!

It's not about being the perfect mom;
But, pointing your children 
to a perfect
Saviour.
-Anonymous