tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350235772024-03-19T07:32:45.238-04:00DeVore's ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-30222457347806003172015-08-12T11:16:00.000-04:002015-12-09T16:14:11.680-05:00Molly James DeVore
Oh. Hey.
This blog is sad. Aware. It gets updated once a year as opposed to the once a week that it was used to while we lived in the city. But that's life in the suburban hood.
Molly James (after Scott's late father, whom she looks JUST LIKE) DeVore is here! I didn't even know that I was in labor on the morning of November the 3rd, 2014. I went to the mall with my friend Kaylyn, but felt a ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-36867969928395880042014-10-18T12:58:00.004-04:002014-10-19T14:01:13.105-04:00NestsScott and I moved three times while living in NYC. If you've ever had to do this, even once, then you deserve all of the things. Why? The process looks like this:
1) Check bank account online. Do you have enough in your savings account to cover your first and last months rent, a moving truck, plus your security deposit? If yes, is there any left over to afford to pay a real estate broker to do ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-39975142907798302632014-05-02T13:08:00.002-04:002019-05-30T08:47:35.143-04:00Celebrate we will because life is short but sweet for certain.
This is a blog that I wrote three months ago and never published. It is the back story for the blog that precedes it. The heartbreak before the hope, if you will.
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"Are you pregnant yet?"
"So.....just one kid for you guys, eh?"
"It's time to start trying for a sibling for MacPherson, you're not getting any younger ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-88648119750712385342014-01-21T18:54:00.001-05:002014-01-23T09:39:32.528-05:00Returning and restoringThis has been a trying month on my heart, my body, my mind, and even, sadly, on my faith. I needed a hug. I needed words of life. I needed my girls.
Timing. God has that down pat.
One long weekend away in NYC, surrounded by fireplaces, quaint shops upstate, bubble baths, snow, and friends that are like family, and I am feeling nearly whole again.
We flew into NYC super early ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-63810897249141355492013-12-26T14:46:00.000-05:002014-01-21T20:13:05.685-05:00ChristmasHere's a photo bomb of all things Christmas, for all of the family out there.
First, we cuddled those that we love.
(Uncle Thad)
(Cousin Tova)
(Aunt Beth)
Then, we wrestled them.
Opened some presents.
Met a celebrity with our cousin, T.
Looked ridiculously cute.
Caught the zzzzzz's, however we could.
Made a human train ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-28781776498831209392013-12-14T20:54:00.001-05:002013-12-17T21:29:06.277-05:00In His image.I have always desired, on varying levels over the years, to work with children that have special needs. This desire grew even deeper inside of me when I was pregnant with my little boy. The Doctors told us, at 13 weeks into my pregnancy, that the chances of my child having special needs were very, very high. They encouraged me to consider all of my options, including abortion. My heart is one ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-15405555081252894682013-12-10T15:21:00.000-05:002019-05-30T08:45:37.309-04:00Winter....?I was reminded today of how differently my life now is....
Gone are the days of ordering a hot chocolate from a random bodega because your hands are literally going to fall off before you can make it underground to warm them. Gone are the days of putting on my snow boots and trekking out to Central Park with Scott to make snow angels and snow forts, while trying to also make friends with random ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-40200180415002755182013-10-28T14:22:00.000-04:002013-10-28T14:23:45.934-04:00Pumpkin
I like pumpkins. I like selecting them. I like trying to lift as many as I can at one time to make me feel like Popeye. I like carving them. Mostly, I like to eat them. In pies, drinks, cakes, breads, muffins, soups, etc. This year, I decided to give making my own puree a shot. Here's what I did. Be impressed.
Step 1: Top off. The pumpkins top, though if you're feeling ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-89007606739151407422013-10-28T10:08:00.000-04:002013-10-28T13:42:25.788-04:00Fall kindaFall in Florida is not the same as Fall in Upstate NY, or even in NYC, where Central Park takes on the characteristics of a field upstate, but if I can, at the least, walk outside and think, yes, yoga pants and a hoodie actually make sense for me to wear all day today and I'll look like I'm dressing for the weather, not for laziness, then I'm good. We took the kid and some friends out to an ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-68347561468398539922013-10-14T14:23:00.000-04:002013-10-15T13:17:33.193-04:00Michael and Megan
When my father remarried roughly 15 years ago, two step-siblings came along with the deal. I gained an older brother, Michael Hallam, and a younger sister, Catherine Hallam. This weekend, we gained yet another family member, as Michael married his love, Megan. Megan is the social to my brothers calm. She brings out the best in him and he in her, and for that, I am happy. Plus, I have never seen~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-35027103590432230642013-10-07T13:51:00.000-04:002019-05-30T08:59:17.550-04:00Beach and BotchI love saltwater and the sound of waves, have I already mentioned this?
Friday the boy and I hit up Clearwater Beach with a few others.
On Saturday, we three DeVos took a trip out to Howard Park in Tarpon Springs for a bit more beach. I love Tarpon Springs and the architectural details in all of the older victorian homes within. I'd live here, but we'd need to get Scott a Prius ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-3897477638334224272013-09-24T13:18:00.000-04:002019-05-30T09:00:38.759-04:00SeptemberThis month was a blur, but a good blur; not the kind that leaves you worrying whether or not you'll need glasses, but the kind that you can look back on and think, that was fast, but it was mostly all great. The boy is saying new words almost every day, which is an awesome thing, minus when he calls you "sexy" as you pick him up from his Sunday School class, or when he yells "Mommy farted" while ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-39530503413165553972013-09-13T15:52:00.000-04:002013-09-13T15:52:24.312-04:00Friday the 13thMy fears in this life are small. They are also almost all irrational. For example, I fear drowning while trapped inside of a car that has just careened off of a collapsed bridge. Lengthy. Aware. But come on, picture it: The windows won't roll down. Your seat belt wont unlatch. Your car is filling with water and a fish is now sitting on your shoulder, sent there perhaps by your worst enemy to ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-79228998494128747002013-09-10T13:30:00.001-04:002013-09-10T13:33:03.007-04:00Advice from a two and a 1/2 year oldTips. We all need them. Here are mine, do as you will.
Concerning Vegetables: No. Amiright? Here's what to do:
Step 1) Flat. Out. Refuse. Close your eyes, turn your head.
Step 2) Drink juice. For ten straight minutes.
Step 3) Block the gates.
Step 4) Pretend to be a tiger. Tigers roar and most definitely do not eat vegetables.
Step 5) If the spoon is still ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-30391429362497912142013-09-01T15:45:00.000-04:002013-09-01T16:09:03.633-04:00Labor'ing
Labor Day weekend + a work-free Scott = Mini vacation to Saint Petersburg Beach for a few days. I'm not mad about this.
Here's our view, and a kid checking it all out from his front row seat:
My boy and I ran up and down the beach all evening one night, his blond curls lifting up into the air and falling down around his face with every heavy toddler step he took. The attention~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-23363053108401827072013-08-28T13:38:00.000-04:002013-08-28T13:42:57.063-04:00Finding home, wherever you are.Tampa. I love it. I do. But if I was to be 100% honest with you, I'd have to also admit that a part of my heart is still 1,128 miles north of here (according to Google, not my own calculations, I would've guessed it to be over 3,000, "salute, Bonjour, ay Canada) in NYC. I miss the people up there, the strangers that I talked to on the daily, the coffee shops and pastry shops and never ending ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-21912875541923229732013-08-25T13:58:00.002-04:002019-05-30T09:08:56.908-04:00Passes and Going Home
Parenting. Not easy. It's not difficult in the "oh man, how do I solve this Algebra problem, cook the perfect turducken, or solve world hunger" kind of way, more-so in the "how can I trick this thing into eating cheese puffs instead of following me into the bathroom because holyword do I need just 2 minutes alone without a sticky little (blessing from God) hand on me." My days are best described~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-46170720385764635132013-08-24T09:30:00.000-04:002013-08-24T09:30:04.990-04:00UGH
"In this world, you will have trouble." -John 16:33
~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-49699065691929160232013-08-18T14:15:00.001-04:002013-08-20T12:54:01.720-04:00Classic
There are often tight bonds to be found within the hearts of a daddy-daughter duo. My dad and I have always been close. He stills calls me his little girl, and one phone call or letter from him has the tendency to make me tear up like I'm 5 years old again, twirling around in my dress in the kitchen as he calls me beautiful. It broke my heart to have him come and visit me up in NYC, only to ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-53135110083485954562013-08-14T16:17:00.000-04:002013-08-25T14:00:03.315-04:00Random
Brother went back to Seattle, but not before I got these sweet shots of his jean on jean on jeanness.
The Stepdad was ordained this past weekend as a Chaplain. After serving as a "Full-Bird" Colonel in the US Marines, he is now retiring his badges and serving the Lord, praying over and with those who are in their darkest hours. His service was a sweet one. ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-33579432748489151312013-08-10T15:02:00.000-04:002013-08-25T14:00:18.397-04:00The Past
All morning today was spent in memories from my past. I had a great childhood-had almost everything that I could've ever wanted, including great life-long friends. The kids in my neighborhood area that I grew up with were a tad on the rocky side of life, minus one, but the kids in my church (Lake Carroll Baptist) were a different story. The bad thing was, all of these friends of mine never went~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-30684067417180329752013-08-09T22:01:00.000-04:002013-08-20T12:56:35.621-04:00Family
My family members, though we are all broken and sarcastic and short, mean the world to me. We've gone through a lot together: death, disappointments, cancer, fear, fights over who took whose BONGO and/or Wrangler Jeans (ahem, BETH), divorce, moves, weddings, babies, hospital waiting rooms, losses and gains. Maybe it's because we've seen so much together that we all seem close, I'm not sure. But ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-87050777880460961682013-08-09T21:27:00.001-04:002013-08-20T12:56:51.387-04:00Day on the Farm
Today was hot. I'm pretty sure that I drank double my body weight in water, as did my kid. I don't even want to discuss how many outfits were laundered today due to over-peeing (the kid....), dirt, and sweat. Nonetheless, sweet little day was spent on a friend's farm.
A wheel, his favorite thing, that swings. I am determined now to have one of these in our future backyard, as it made my~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-22338956246501186502013-08-01T15:03:00.003-04:002013-08-01T15:04:38.437-04:00Blog and you shall receive.... Follow suit, all else.
Thanks, Mom.
~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35023577.post-69993477263814878502013-07-31T13:14:00.000-04:002013-08-25T14:01:01.011-04:00FloridaMy favorite place is anywhere that is surrounded by an Ocean. If I can hear waves, float and swim until I resemble a (beautiful, non elderly) prune, and breathe in salty air, then all is well in my book. The ocean is where I go to find peace, to rest, and it's where I often feel God the most. Looking out over what I consider to be His greatest piece of work, I'm reminded how small I really am, ~Amy (Buck) DeVore~http://www.blogger.com/profile/04896289346348070476noreply@blogger.com0