Ever Wonder?

Ever wonder why I have two blogs?

Yeah, me too.

Well, no more, my friends. Note from Neverland, meet Elrods Go Disney.

Keeping up with two blogs is just more than this Disney goin’, husband lovin’, house cleanin’, child rearin’, God fearin’ mom can take. So I’m using the K.I.S.S. principle.

Keep It Simple, Stupid.

One me, one life, one blog, all meshed together. From now on, all posts will be made at http://elrodgodisney.com.

And let me just say, one post in, I’m totally loving it.

With love, Malorie

Hoppy Easter Cake

We did it!

Okay, so maybe it’s not as good as our Pinterest inspiration, but it’s pretty darn close…you agree?

Besides, the making is half the fun!

The eating is the other half. [Smiles]

With love, Malorie

Easter is Among Us

Easter is among us! As is our Easter mantle. You know I love my mantle.

Jack helped me with the garland. [Smiles]

Do you know what else I love about Easter (other than my simple, yet festive, mantle display)?

Easter traditions!

The Saturday before every Easter Sunday, for as long as I can remember, we have gone to my MeMama’s house in Macon and eaten lunch, dyed eggs, and then hunted them. I love, love, love spending time with my family…and I have a secret passion for dying Easter eggs. I have to restrain myself around the kiddos these days and let them have the majority of the fun. I love to take time on each egg, making it special. My pet peeve are the egg dyers that just plop them in the dyes as quick as they can and call it a day.

Maybe I take this a little too seriously?

Anywho, tomorrow I will be re-living those wonderful memories, but this year I am tripley excited because Jack is actually old enough to understand and hunt eggs! So. Excited.

Did I say that already?

Oh. And do you want to know the third reason that I absolutely love Easter? Nope, it’s not the desserts, although this year we plan to tackle this Pinterest baby, and make carrot cake cupcakes too! It’s actually a little, but powerful, five letter word.

J.E.S.U.S!

Easter is the day my fate was sealed. Sealed by the hand of God. A child of God, a citizen in his Kingdom. Death had lost. My sin was conquered. HE IS ALIVE! THE TOMB IS EMPTY! Words cannot describe the joy.

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm

What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless Babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save

Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live, I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again

And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From a life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny

No power of hell, no scheme of man
Could ever pluck me from His hand
Til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I stand

Happy Easter, friends. You have been redeemed.

With love, Malorie

Three Months Old

Tummy timing,

bottle draining,

super smiley,

all night sleepin’,

single giggler,

kick kick kicker,

booger nosed and spit-up collared.

Cole is now three months old. Life without him would be amiss.

With love, Malorie

Just Being with Jack

Jack Jack loves being outside.

Mommy just loves being with her Jack Jack.

As silly as he may be.

With love, Malorie

Intoddler Design

Don’t you just love the interior decor of a house of a toddler?

I do. And the beauty of it is that it changes daily.

For today, though, I think Jack has placed Mr. Elevan right where he should be.

With love, Malorie

Just Like Da

The past few weeks Jack has been identifying with Tim more and more. He wants to do what he does, eat what he eats, drink what he drinks.

He wants to be just. like. his Daddy.

Or as Jack calls him, Da. (Yeah, he’s already too cool to call him Daddy anymore.)

Since Cole has been born, Jack has spent a lot more time with Tim in the mornings while I feed Cole. Last Thrusday, Jack went missing for a bit during the day and when I found him, he was in our master bathroom “getting ready”. I just had to snap a few pictures.

He was shaving…

…fixing his hair…

…and of course, putting on his deodorant. Don’t want to offend the girls in Waumba!

I thought it was the cutest thing…and no coaching was involved in any of these pictures. We have caught him pulling these items out of Tim’s drawer many times in the past.

Isn’t it crazy how observant kids are?

Makes you really want to prayerfully consider your actions and habits. Setting a good example for our boys in our everyday life will speak volumes more than just telling them the right things to do. They are watching us all the time, and every moment is a teachable one.

With love, Malorie

Cole’s Cozy Corner

I recently realized that, although I did give a brief update, I never actually shared Cole’s room upon completion.

Oops.

Well, come on in to our Crooked Little House and take a look at the space where my Cool Kid Cole rests his little head.

This is the first thing you’ll see when you walk in. I am a “plan ahead” kind of gal, so I don’t like nurseries that are so baby-fied that you will have to completely re-do them once your kids become toddlers. That means out with the pastels and in with the primaries. I know that our accent wall is not for everyone…but I happen to love the bold, mustard yellow and geometric design (thank you, Jeff Lewis Designs), and I can’t wait to pair it with chocolate browns in the future, as Cole gets older.

This is the opposite wall with the paintings I originally made for Jack’s nursery.

Fun fact: that is the exact rocker that my mom used to rock me in when I was a wee-one.

And this is my changing station. I am one of the very few that doesn’t see the need for a changing table. I think they are a silly waste of furniture and space. Jack started rolling over by three months, and although Cole doesn’t seem to be on the same physical fast-track, babies are soon old enough to roll right off of a changing table and right into the floor. So I say, why not start there?

I know, call me crazy.

But it works for us, so this is where I keep both boys’ diapers, wipes, burp cloths, blankets, and Cole’s bath tub (since our Crooked Little House is so short on storage).

One of my favorite things in Cole’s room are the name pictures I made for him. I just made the letters out of Jack’s Mega blocks, took a picture of them in front of a white background, printed them, and framed them in these awesome Ikea frames.

My other favorite thing is this framed scripture. Jack has the same verses hung in his room. These verses are my prayer over my sons and the men I want them to become. I typed out the scripture in Word and then sent it to Wolf Camera to be printed in a 11×13. Love.

Welp, hope you enjoyed your tour as much as I enjoy my little bubs sleeping through the night in that cozy, colorful corner of our home.

Oh, and Happy Friday, friends! Why don’t you stop by Elrods Go Disney for a little Fun Facts ‘n Trivia!

With love, Malorie

Twist and Shout

Ever since receiving these little loves on Valentines Day, Jack has been a coloring fool.

And can I tell you that this cupid probably spent a good ten minutes on the craft aisle at Walmart trying to figure out just which crayons to buy? I think I made the wise choice though, so I’d like to dedicate this post to giving Crayola Twistables a little shout-out.

[wise choice – two words that are emphasized in the Elrod house and children’s program at our church. “We should always make the WISE CHOICE!”]

I spent the first five minutes of my crayon-buying adventure looking at prices, though quickly tossing out the cheapest, since they were the most waxy, had the type of paper that rolls right off, making for excellent coverage capacity once that thing hits my walls and couch, and let’s face it, from a visual standpoint, most appetizing to a toddler’s sophisticated palate.

The next five minutes were spend any-mini-miney-moe-ing it between two; a four pack of triangular shaped crayons that were supposed to encourage a writer’s grip, or these, the Twistables. At nine minutes and forty-five seconds I snatched up the Twistables. I mean, Jack is only a little over a year and a half; and although J. H. Elrod would make for an excellent pen name someday, focusing on his writer’s grip is not a priority right now.

Welp. He loves them and I do too. (Yes, he has a sticker on his head, and yes, he is sitting on our coffee table. Both are acceptable in the Elrod house, so sue me.)

I love that they don’t break, have little coloring surface area, are inedible, and can be twisted down when not in use to completely hide the crayon.

To which Jack Jack says, “Uh-oh.”

Yes-sir-ee. Crayola Twistables.

Jack tested, Elrod approved.

With love, Malorie

Life is Sweet

Every house should have a functioning cookie jar.

We’ve had the cookie jar, but it’s just never lived out it’s purpose of storing cookies.Well, folks, the time has come.

Minnie is now full of Jack’s favorite shortbread pinwheels.

I’d say life just got a little bit sweeter.

With love, Malorie