Reason #276 Why We Love Our Neighborhood

We’ve lived in the Oak Cliff area for over a year now and love it just as much as we did day one. It’s like a separate small town just 5 minutes from the big city. When you enter North Oak Cliff, it’s like you’re driving into a totally different place from the city. With huge Oak trees everywhere, curvy hills (yes, hills!), and adorable, well-preserved old homes lining the street, how could you not. The quaint Bishop Arts District is a 3-minute drive away with delicious one-of-a-kind restaurants and locally-owned shops for our enjoyment. And I can’t leave out the fabulous Urban Acres where we get our bi-monthly organic produce, pastured meats, and more.

One of my favorite things about living in Oak Cliff is our neighborhood “mom’s club” called RECPTA. It is a group for North Oak Cliff parents of young children and has been a great way to meet others as well as keep up-to-date on things going on the internet and even offers a mini-neighborhood-only-craigslist type of forum. I haven’t even really been able to get as involved as I’d like with having had Jack last summer and, with Liv due next month, I’m sure it’ll still be a little longer but I look forward to meeting more fellow moms and helping more in the community. All this to say…they hosted a fun Popsicle party last week and we made sure to stop by even if only for a little bit. Jack got to meet a few ‘friends’ as mommy did the same. Hopefully we will get to meet even more playmates in the future. In the meantime, enjoy the pics!

Boy Math: Water + Dirt = Mud

I offered Jack a popsicle but he declined so I ate 2 for the both, er, three of us. Oops.

We had lots of fun…thanks RECPTA!


Well-Watered Garden

I’m 33 weeks now and, for whatever reason, feeling much more uncomfortable this pregnancy than the last. Jon kindly ventured a guess that it’s because I haven’t exercised as much this time (mainly due to the insane heat we’ve been having and that I have a toddler) but one of my guesses is my inability to take baths this pregnancy. Who’s right? Probably Jon but let’s not dwell on that. ;-)

We love, love, LOVE our rental house in every way except that there’s no tub. I know, first world problem, uh? But if you know me at all then you know I love a good bath….like, nightly. Well, my good friend, Christine, is a total doll and has let me come over a couple of times now to soak. But, not only did she let me just borrow her tub…she practically turned her bathroom into a spa. Now, that’s a friend! Had to share a few (appropriate, I promise) pictures of Spa de Bailey. :)

Fill 'er up, please.

Beautiful lit candles

A folded towel waiting for me

Don't be fooled...It may say size small but I feel as big as a whale right now


And my favorite part was the framed Scripture on the counter which, although I’m sure meant for much deeper spiritual things than my desire to take a bath, really applied to me at that moment. It’s definitely been sun-scorched in this here north Texas land and my frame sure is in need of strengthening. But most of all, thank you Jesus, that we are like a spring whose waters never fail. I have so needed this encouragement as I mentally, emotionally, and spiritually prepare for Liv’s birth…and as this pregnancy gets more and more uncomfortable. He will satisfy all my needs and will never fail me. Such a timely and refreshing reminder for my soul when I was only wanting a refresh for my body.


P.S. – Thank you, Christine, for not only opening your home but your tub. :)

Finally, some food!

Well, we hit the one year mark a couple weeks ago and just as I’d hoped he’s finally interested in food. Jack, not Jon. Jon has no problem being interested in food as we all know from his fabulous cooking. But, yes, Jack is finally really interested in what we’re eating and how he can get a piece of it. He’s still not really swallowing all of the food he’s given…I’d say probably half of what goes in gets spit back out BUT it’s progress!!! We’re trying to create more of a rhythm to the day – more on that in a bit – and so he sits with us at breakfast and dinner and we’re going to start ‘snack time’ after nap time. Here’s some cutie patootie snap shots of the cutie patootie.

And then it’s clean-up time of course:
How’s Liv, you ask? She’s doing good. Measuring right on track and kicking up a storm. Staying head down though just like we like. :) Someone (who has obviously never been pregnant) asked me the other day, “Wow, how is she going to grow any bigger in there…there’s just no more room!” You have no idea, lady…no idea. This ain’t even big yet. :sigh: ;-)
Much love!
J + B + j + bl (baby liv)

Wordless Wednesday (sort of)


3 Simple Joys

1. The two beautiful words that are…………Nap Time.

And I don’t mean me napping…I mean, you know who, napping. Don’t get me wrong…I love that boy but to stay sane, I gotta have at least an hour or two of uninterrupted cleaning, cooking, you name it….sitting and perusing Pinterest being my recent favorite nap time activity. But the other fun part of nap time is going into his room to this adorable face once he’s awake:

2. My sweet Great-Grandmother

About a week ago, my great grandmother or Tata as we called her, passed on to be with the Lord at the age of 105. She was always such a joy and has such a special place in my heart. A strong woman of faith, nearly every time I would see her, she would ask if I pray and go to church and tell me that she prays for me often. She was a gentle spirit yet had a fire-y spark to her as well. Fortunately, she got to meet Jack which was a wonderful memory for all of us. 5 generations is a rare thing to come by. :) Love you TaTa!

3. My Hard-working husband

I love my job. And, yes, being a stay-at-home-mom is work…a 24/7/365 kind of job but it is something I wouldn’t trade for the world. And I get to ‘work’ that job thanks to Jon. He is a diligent worker bee in his IT world and I am so thankful that he LOVES what he does. Sometimes I feel guilty when I sit on the couch to put my feet up for  a few minutes while he jets out the door to work…like maybe he thinks I’m going to watch soap operas all day (which I hate btw) and eat ice cream (which I actually do sometimes). But, if anything, he encourages me to take that time for myself and even makes me a homemade (decaf) latte some mornings.’Don’t stress about the dishes…I’ll help when I get home.’

And he does….he comes home, picks up Jack the instant he walks in the door with a smile on his face and even tells me to go rest for a bit. His service to me and to Jack (& Liv) is overwhelming and I tear up just sitting here typing this. He is a selfless servant of God and to our family and there is nothing simple about that…and he brings tremendous joy to my heart. He is a man that, as a wife, you can’t help but strive harder to serve back ten-fold….and I pray I can do that better and better every single day.