Yesterday we had a few plans. Nathan had his swim class and I had a baby shower to attend. Afterwards we were going to get some groceries and do some cleaning.
But then we got a call from a couple that we were friends with in college, Brad and Jennifer. Brad and Marcus were roommates for several years and Brad was a groomsman in our wedding.
They were in town and wanted to know if we wanted to get together for dinner along with another couple we're friends with.
We haven't seen them in about 4 years so I was excited. Marcus said they didn't have their kids with them and the other couple (Lloyd and Shelly) were looking for a sitter for their daughter.
We didn't want to be the only ones with our kids with us. No one would have minded but I longed for a dinner with friends without kids.
I called my parents and they agreed to keep the kids for us. And even suggested they keep them all night since we were planning on driving to my home town the next morning anyways to visit their church.
Score! A spontaneous date night? yes, please.
Nathan was super excited to go see Papa Terry and even looked at me after I told him the plans and said "yanno Mommy, your dad is suuuper silly..." I said "of course he is, that's why I'm so silly!"
So we had the rare privilege of having a nice dinner (endless shrimp...mmmm) with a few friends sans kids. I was able to eat at a slow pace and taste my food instead of inhaling it while making sure my kids ate something.
I was able to stay seated the entire meal without emergency bathroom runs or picking up a kid off the floor who fell out of their seat for the third time.
I was able to have a great conversation without interrupting the other person so I can tell my kid to stop rubbing butter on their nose.
Granted- we mostly talked about our kids and adventures in parenting. But it was still a great conversation and dinner. One of those where when you leave you realize you were only there for a little over two hours yet it felt like four.
We went home to a quiet house and raided our kid's Halloween candy while watching tv and didn't go to bed til 1am.
This morning I feel somewhat refreshed. It was nice to have some time away from the kids- especially out at a restaurant. We're at that point in our lives that we don't really remember what it was like before having kids. When we just had to take care of ourselves and clean up our own messes.
I wouldn't trade being a mommy for anything. I love it. I love them. But some time for myself? Every mom needs that.
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We're driving out to my home church and then this afternoon is the first Halliday-Crumbacher Annual Egg Roll Party. We're getting together with friends to make a hundred homemade egg rolls- should be fun :) We've even planned a cute craft for the kids to keep them occupied while we cook- of course plans like that seem to backfire so we'll see.
Have a great Sunday!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
A heavy heart and the BIG picture
I had another blog post ready for today about extended rear facing car seats but I think that post will wait a day or two. Instead I just want to share about what's been on my heart and what God has been doing in my life lately.
The best blog posts I read on other people's site are the ones where they open up and let themselves be vulnerable and I hope to always be real and vulnerable here. This will never be the funniest, wittiest, craftiest, cleverest, do-it-yourself-est blog out there. Not even close. It's just me with my heart on my sleeve.
Life isn't always rainbows and sunshine- although when it is it's great to soak in those moments but there are also moments of grief and heartache.
I am very grateful that I have not lost an extremely close relative. I have my husband, my children, my parents and brother and nephew, Marcus' family, my friends. There are all here with me on this side of heaven. I know I have yet to feel true heartache and grief but I also know that someday I will. My grandma, who I was pretty close to, passed a few years ago and I'd say that was the closest relative of mine that has gone on.
A part of me feels guilt that I haven't experienced that heartache. I don't <i>want</I> to know what it feels like. No one does. But in a world where almost everyone has lost someone close to them- and I haven't really- I feel like I have---somehow cheated? Does that make sense? My heart honestly can't understand what they are going through even though I sympathize and hurt along with them.
With that being said- when I hear about other people losing someone? Especially a child? I feel like I have been stabbed. I feel like an elephant is sitting on my heart. Even if I didn't know the family personally. I just can't imagine.
The phrase "life is precious" seems so inadequate to express what that truly means. But that's what God has been showing me over and over for the past week.
A local couple recently lost their newborn baby during birth. A healthy pregnancy, 9 months of preparation and he's gone. Although I'm not directly related to this family I am cousins to their relatives (if that makes sense) and was excited for them when they were getting close to having their son.
A family I have known for years recently had a healthy baby boy. Almost immediately after his birth their 3 year old daughter, Elise, was diagnosed with leukemia.
My dear cousin, Sara, has been fighting the most aggressive type of breast cancer for 4 years and the battle is getting harder. She was in the hospital this week from severe pain.
My dad's coworker died of a massive heart attack this morning at work. My dad just talked to him not long before it happened.
When my dad called to tell me I was struck with the "that could have been my dad" thought. And it could have. They are almost the same age. My dad's family has a history of heart disease and my dad's dad barely made it past 50 years old.
My heart is heavy for these families. Although I know God is good and he can turn ashes into beauty- the hard days for them will still be hard.
Death is unnatural. Everyone says it's a natural part of living. But it's not. Death entered the world as a result of sin. It's not the way it's supposed to be and someday death will be no more. That's one reason it hurts so bad- it's not normal. It will never get easy or less painful with someone dies, yet we have a God who is the great comforter. Who walks along side of those people hurting, carries them and wipes away their tears. Who gives rays of hope when they think they will never feel hope again.
As God has been showing me how precious and fragile life is- it's been helping me step back from the minor frustrations of my everyday life and see the big picture.
Suddenly my kid's messes aren't that messy.
My household chores aren't that overbearing.
The cluttered counter doesn't clutter up my brain as much.
The public displayed temper tantrum isn't as embarrassing.
My husband's crazy work schedule doesn't bother me so much.
Last night as I looked in their rooms and smiled at their sleeping forms- my heart lifted. I am blessed to be their momma. I am blessed to have my family and friends. I am grateful not to have felt the heartache of losing someone close.
Life is the most important.
I want to hang on to every little bit of it I can.
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?" The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthians 15:55-57 NIV)
The best blog posts I read on other people's site are the ones where they open up and let themselves be vulnerable and I hope to always be real and vulnerable here. This will never be the funniest, wittiest, craftiest, cleverest, do-it-yourself-est blog out there. Not even close. It's just me with my heart on my sleeve.
Life isn't always rainbows and sunshine- although when it is it's great to soak in those moments but there are also moments of grief and heartache.
I am very grateful that I have not lost an extremely close relative. I have my husband, my children, my parents and brother and nephew, Marcus' family, my friends. There are all here with me on this side of heaven. I know I have yet to feel true heartache and grief but I also know that someday I will. My grandma, who I was pretty close to, passed a few years ago and I'd say that was the closest relative of mine that has gone on.
A part of me feels guilt that I haven't experienced that heartache. I don't <i>want</I> to know what it feels like. No one does. But in a world where almost everyone has lost someone close to them- and I haven't really- I feel like I have---somehow cheated? Does that make sense? My heart honestly can't understand what they are going through even though I sympathize and hurt along with them.
With that being said- when I hear about other people losing someone? Especially a child? I feel like I have been stabbed. I feel like an elephant is sitting on my heart. Even if I didn't know the family personally. I just can't imagine.
The phrase "life is precious" seems so inadequate to express what that truly means. But that's what God has been showing me over and over for the past week.
A local couple recently lost their newborn baby during birth. A healthy pregnancy, 9 months of preparation and he's gone. Although I'm not directly related to this family I am cousins to their relatives (if that makes sense) and was excited for them when they were getting close to having their son.
A family I have known for years recently had a healthy baby boy. Almost immediately after his birth their 3 year old daughter, Elise, was diagnosed with leukemia.
My dear cousin, Sara, has been fighting the most aggressive type of breast cancer for 4 years and the battle is getting harder. She was in the hospital this week from severe pain.
My dad's coworker died of a massive heart attack this morning at work. My dad just talked to him not long before it happened.
When my dad called to tell me I was struck with the "that could have been my dad" thought. And it could have. They are almost the same age. My dad's family has a history of heart disease and my dad's dad barely made it past 50 years old.
My heart is heavy for these families. Although I know God is good and he can turn ashes into beauty- the hard days for them will still be hard.
Death is unnatural. Everyone says it's a natural part of living. But it's not. Death entered the world as a result of sin. It's not the way it's supposed to be and someday death will be no more. That's one reason it hurts so bad- it's not normal. It will never get easy or less painful with someone dies, yet we have a God who is the great comforter. Who walks along side of those people hurting, carries them and wipes away their tears. Who gives rays of hope when they think they will never feel hope again.
As God has been showing me how precious and fragile life is- it's been helping me step back from the minor frustrations of my everyday life and see the big picture.
Suddenly my kid's messes aren't that messy.
My household chores aren't that overbearing.
The cluttered counter doesn't clutter up my brain as much.
The public displayed temper tantrum isn't as embarrassing.
My husband's crazy work schedule doesn't bother me so much.
Last night as I looked in their rooms and smiled at their sleeping forms- my heart lifted. I am blessed to be their momma. I am blessed to have my family and friends. I am grateful not to have felt the heartache of losing someone close.
Life is the most important.
I want to hang on to every little bit of it I can.
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?" The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthians 15:55-57 NIV)
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Off to school...:::sniff::: and "yay!"
Nathan started preschool this week.
A little late, yes. We weren't sure if preschool was going to work out but God made a way. Better late than never right? Right.
This was his last chance for preschool before kindergarten next year and I'm so glad he's getting this opportunity. Daycare has helped prepare him for the social aspect of what kindergarten might be like but he definitely needed more of a "classroom" feel. To learn how to stay in his seat even with the "little boy" energy.
Two weeks ago I called the preschool that we were interested in (it's hard to get in because it's such a good program the spots fill up fast) just to put him on a waiting list for January. But when I called the teacher said they had one opening in the 4 yr old room! I was shocked and so happy for him to be able to start now only about a month or so behind the rest of the class.
Daycare will be taking and picking him up so I was a little concerned about not even seeing his classroom or meeting his teacher. However- it completely worked out! We had to reschedule our morning patients on Monday because we got new floors at work so I was able to take Nathan to preschool and go to work a little late.
I dropped Luke off at daycare and then drove to Nathan's preschool. At the last second I made a little sign and had him stand next to the school for a picture.
He kept laughing because his spiderman backpack was so big on his little frame. He said several times "my backpack goes all the way down to my butt!"
We waited with the other parents for the door to be unlocked and then easily found his classroom. I liked his teacher almost immediately and then Nathan and I found his spot at the desks.
I hung out for about 15 minutes watching him work on writing the letter i and coloring an iguana. I asked him if it was ok if I left and he looked up and said "yeah, I'm fine" and immediately I felt that mom heart divide of pride that he's growing up and yearning for him to be little and need me. It threw me off guard. I'm used to him being away from me during the day so I didn't think I'd feel that tug. But this was a new place with new people. And although I knew he would be okay I guess I was a little anxious for him.
I left and said a little prayer for him. Knowing that God is always with Him even when I can't be.
My 5 pounder is almost 5 years old.
Time.flies.
A little late, yes. We weren't sure if preschool was going to work out but God made a way. Better late than never right? Right.
This was his last chance for preschool before kindergarten next year and I'm so glad he's getting this opportunity. Daycare has helped prepare him for the social aspect of what kindergarten might be like but he definitely needed more of a "classroom" feel. To learn how to stay in his seat even with the "little boy" energy.
Two weeks ago I called the preschool that we were interested in (it's hard to get in because it's such a good program the spots fill up fast) just to put him on a waiting list for January. But when I called the teacher said they had one opening in the 4 yr old room! I was shocked and so happy for him to be able to start now only about a month or so behind the rest of the class.
Daycare will be taking and picking him up so I was a little concerned about not even seeing his classroom or meeting his teacher. However- it completely worked out! We had to reschedule our morning patients on Monday because we got new floors at work so I was able to take Nathan to preschool and go to work a little late.
I dropped Luke off at daycare and then drove to Nathan's preschool. At the last second I made a little sign and had him stand next to the school for a picture.
He kept laughing because his spiderman backpack was so big on his little frame. He said several times "my backpack goes all the way down to my butt!"
We waited with the other parents for the door to be unlocked and then easily found his classroom. I liked his teacher almost immediately and then Nathan and I found his spot at the desks.
I hung out for about 15 minutes watching him work on writing the letter i and coloring an iguana. I asked him if it was ok if I left and he looked up and said "yeah, I'm fine" and immediately I felt that mom heart divide of pride that he's growing up and yearning for him to be little and need me. It threw me off guard. I'm used to him being away from me during the day so I didn't think I'd feel that tug. But this was a new place with new people. And although I knew he would be okay I guess I was a little anxious for him.
I left and said a little prayer for him. Knowing that God is always with Him even when I can't be.
My 5 pounder is almost 5 years old.
Time.flies.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Crayon Art and Ellie's Birthday
Nathan's best friend, Ellie, had her birthday party yesterday. They recently moved an hour away (sniff) so we were excited to drive out to their (beautiful!) house and see the whole family.
They now live by a lake in a house on a hill in the woods. Their front porch looks like a cracker barrel porch complete with wood rocking chairs. It's all kinds of lovely and I'm so happy for them that they found a house near Jonathan's job (the husband). But I do miss having them near! (none of my other friends are allowed to move away okay?)
For a birthday present I decided to attempt crayon art. I got the idea here.
You see...I'm a pinterest mooch. I don't actually have a pinterest account (For good reason, if I did I fear my family would never see me again. Later I would be found in my spare upstairs room with 3rd degree hot glue gun burns on my fingers and scraps of ribbon in my hair, dead of dehydration. Death due to craft frenzy.) But I often see things other people post where they got the idea from pinterest and I'm like "oooh, I can do that too!" which is in a way still pinteresting but shhh...I've convinced myself otherwise.
Anywho.
I made this.
It was easy.
Here's the steps...
1) Glue crayons to canvas (or paper) (I used Elmer's glue)
2) Tilt down at an angle
3) Use blow dryer to melt crayons
4) Realize that this is fun and your poor child will never ever have an unmelted crayon to color with again
5) Decide you are making this easy craft for every child's birthday here on out
6) And you're done!
It takes a few minutes before the crayons start to melt but once they do it goes fast. I used the hair dryer on hot heat but low air setting.
Looking back I wished I used more greens but I didn't have any more.
Oh...and...
7) Put finished art project up and away so your child doesn't decide to take a crayon and color on it leading you to adding another crayon and trying to melt it to cover up the crayon drawing by the 4 year old without destroying the finished project. Yep. That happened.
I bought the paper flowers at Michael's Craft Store and then used pretty scrap booking paper to cut out her name and glue to the canvas.
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We had a great time at the party! This is Ellie's little brother Eli (he is 4 months older than Luke) Nathan was so excited to see him! (sorry for the poor photo quality)
Blowing out her Barbie cake.
Nathan and Ellie!!
Happy 4th Birthday Ellie Belly!
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Unfinished
Shallow and Immature.
Not you.
Me.
Sometimes when I read something I wrote years ago, or even months ago, I am overcome with a feeling of "wow- that girl has a lot of growing up to do" and I'm tempted to start editing and deleting my own stuff.
I'm nearsighted. Literally and figuratively. It's hard to truly see outside of myself. Yes, there are moments when I do- but they are merely moments. Life quickly pulls me back to my wants, my "needs", my desires. Wanting to be funny, smart, pretty, liked, loved, admired, inspiring. When am I really going to live day to day knowing it's not about me? Is that possible? Being a human? A Sinner with a capital S?
I wonder sometimes about the things I write right now- this post for instance- and how shallow and immature it's going to seem to me if I read it in a few years. Maybe I'll sigh and think oh Amanda, you were so off, wake up girl.
But thinking like that can create fear and unhealthy self-consciousness. It can create a feeling of "why even try if all of this is worthless and meaningless, if I'm yet a babe unable to grasp true reality" but that in itself is still making it about "me".
Even low self-esteem is self-centeredness. Thinking badly about yourself is still thinking about yourself. So I hope to not let my semi-awareness of my own immaturity get me down. I hope to embrace each stumble along the way, each time I make a mistake or hurt someone, each time I'm made unavoidably aware of my sin.
I just keep reminding myself that I'm not completed yet. I'm a work in progress. An unfinished painting.
If you look at me you might not see the picture clearly because the Great Artist isn't done yet. Maybe He just has a few smudges of paint on my canvas so far. It doesn't mean you throw away the painting if it isn't done. It doesn't mean it's a bad painting. There's just not "more" yet. You just have to wait for it to be finished. Knowing that each step is necessary and has a purpose.
Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
Phil 1:6
Not you.
Me.
Sometimes when I read something I wrote years ago, or even months ago, I am overcome with a feeling of "wow- that girl has a lot of growing up to do" and I'm tempted to start editing and deleting my own stuff.
I'm nearsighted. Literally and figuratively. It's hard to truly see outside of myself. Yes, there are moments when I do- but they are merely moments. Life quickly pulls me back to my wants, my "needs", my desires. Wanting to be funny, smart, pretty, liked, loved, admired, inspiring. When am I really going to live day to day knowing it's not about me? Is that possible? Being a human? A Sinner with a capital S?
I wonder sometimes about the things I write right now- this post for instance- and how shallow and immature it's going to seem to me if I read it in a few years. Maybe I'll sigh and think oh Amanda, you were so off, wake up girl.
But thinking like that can create fear and unhealthy self-consciousness. It can create a feeling of "why even try if all of this is worthless and meaningless, if I'm yet a babe unable to grasp true reality" but that in itself is still making it about "me".
Even low self-esteem is self-centeredness. Thinking badly about yourself is still thinking about yourself. So I hope to not let my semi-awareness of my own immaturity get me down. I hope to embrace each stumble along the way, each time I make a mistake or hurt someone, each time I'm made unavoidably aware of my sin.
I just keep reminding myself that I'm not completed yet. I'm a work in progress. An unfinished painting.
If you look at me you might not see the picture clearly because the Great Artist isn't done yet. Maybe He just has a few smudges of paint on my canvas so far. It doesn't mean you throw away the painting if it isn't done. It doesn't mean it's a bad painting. There's just not "more" yet. You just have to wait for it to be finished. Knowing that each step is necessary and has a purpose.
Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
Phil 1:6
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Bread Tie Troll
There is a furry little creature in my house.
And I'm not talking about the dog.
Or my hairy husband (sorry babe)
It's a troll.
Yep, you read that right.
An evil little troll that probably has poofy neon hair of some sort and a devious little grin.
This troll lives for ONE THING ONLY...
BREAD TIES.
They are constantly on his mind and he's got quite a collection going. He may even be eligible for the Guinness Book Of World Records because by my (rough) calculations he has about 14,648 bread ties saved up.
You see. I know he exists because all of the time I will take the bread tie off of the bread and sit it down RIGHT NEXT to me. Remove my slices of bread. Grab the plastic and do the "bread spin" to close the opening and then reach to grab the bread tie and it's not there! It's NO where to be found! This even happens when the counter is free of clutter.
I'm bewildered.
My husband doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm to blame for the bizarre phenomenon of the bread tie disappearances.
In fact I came home the other day and saw this on the marker board in the kitchen.
I guess he thinks I need to actually be educated on how to tie the bread tie. I don't have problems tying it- it just disappears!
Darn troll.
And I'm not talking about the dog.
Or my hairy husband (sorry babe)
It's a troll.
Yep, you read that right.
An evil little troll that probably has poofy neon hair of some sort and a devious little grin.
This troll lives for ONE THING ONLY...
BREAD TIES.
They are constantly on his mind and he's got quite a collection going. He may even be eligible for the Guinness Book Of World Records because by my (rough) calculations he has about 14,648 bread ties saved up.
You see. I know he exists because all of the time I will take the bread tie off of the bread and sit it down RIGHT NEXT to me. Remove my slices of bread. Grab the plastic and do the "bread spin" to close the opening and then reach to grab the bread tie and it's not there! It's NO where to be found! This even happens when the counter is free of clutter.
I'm bewildered.
My husband doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm to blame for the bizarre phenomenon of the bread tie disappearances.
In fact I came home the other day and saw this on the marker board in the kitchen.
I guess he thinks I need to actually be educated on how to tie the bread tie. I don't have problems tying it- it just disappears!
Darn troll.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
You did WHAT at the playground?!?!
There are moments when someone tells you your child did something when you were away from them and you think yep, that's definitely my child.
And then there are moments when you are wondering if your child's teacher thinks maybe you are another kid's parent because no way my kid did that, that doesn't even sound like something they would do!
Having two kids in daycare I hear all kinds of things from their teachers. Sometimes I'm filled with pride at what I hear and other times I want to crawl in the nearest hole or at least take a step away from my child and say "Why is this strange kid calling me mom?"(totally.kidding....sort of.)
Today was one of those moments.
Nathan's teacher told me that he took his pants AND underwear off during recess and ran around half naked. He's almost 5! Not a toddler anymore. Why would he think that's okay? I gave him the "we'll talk about this later" look (you know that look, right?) and we left.
Now I always give him a chance to tell his side of the story because many times there is a simple or somewhat reasonable explanation for his behavior.
On the way home I ask him why he took his clothes off at daycare and he said they were in the way. What? In the way? He says "yeah, I had to poop and my clothes were in the way."
Wait a minute, Nathan? Where did you poop?
And he says...
In the mulch.
What?!
The next few minutes I ask him some questions and put together the following story of what must have happened.
He had to go potty when they were outside and he told his teacher. She took him in and he went.
About 5-10 minutes later he asked to go potty again and she must have thought he just wanted to play in the restroom since he just went so she said no.
Well, Nathan...having to go to the bathroom and knowing he didn't want to go in his pants must have found a semi private spot and did his business. Outside. In the mulch.
So now I'm thinking I have to notify daycare of this for sanitary reasons!
(enter horrific visuals running through my mind of other kids finding this poop the next day)
Imagine that phone call "ummm, Hi, this is Nathan's mom, Amanda, just wanted to let you know he says he pooped in the playground today..." (of course I explained it little more :::ahem::: gracefully than that)
After I tell the whole story to the poor girl who answered the phone she ended the phone call with a not-so-enthusiastic "I guess I better go look for that poop."
I then talked to Nathan about appropriate times to be naked and how to convey to the teacher that he really has to go.
Not long later the owner called me back and we talked and laughed about the situation. I guess they changed their policy now because of this that if a kid asks to go they will always take them even if they think the kid isn't serious.
I wasn't really looking for a policy change.
Just wanted to warn them there could be poop in the mulch.
Oh, boy.
There's a bit more detail to this story about if they ever found the poop- but I don't think the Internet world is really ready for that just yet haha. And I must also add that I love my kids' daycare and I think they handle things very well.
So tell me- what was your parenting moment that was so embarrassing it made you want to crawl in a hole? Kids are worth it but it's definitely an adventure to raise them!
And then there are moments when you are wondering if your child's teacher thinks maybe you are another kid's parent because no way my kid did that, that doesn't even sound like something they would do!
Having two kids in daycare I hear all kinds of things from their teachers. Sometimes I'm filled with pride at what I hear and other times I want to crawl in the nearest hole or at least take a step away from my child and say "Why is this strange kid calling me mom?"(totally.kidding....sort of.)
Today was one of those moments.
Nathan's teacher told me that he took his pants AND underwear off during recess and ran around half naked. He's almost 5! Not a toddler anymore. Why would he think that's okay? I gave him the "we'll talk about this later" look (you know that look, right?) and we left.
Now I always give him a chance to tell his side of the story because many times there is a simple or somewhat reasonable explanation for his behavior.
On the way home I ask him why he took his clothes off at daycare and he said they were in the way. What? In the way? He says "yeah, I had to poop and my clothes were in the way."
Wait a minute, Nathan? Where did you poop?
And he says...
In the mulch.
What?!
The next few minutes I ask him some questions and put together the following story of what must have happened.
He had to go potty when they were outside and he told his teacher. She took him in and he went.
About 5-10 minutes later he asked to go potty again and she must have thought he just wanted to play in the restroom since he just went so she said no.
Well, Nathan...having to go to the bathroom and knowing he didn't want to go in his pants must have found a semi private spot and did his business. Outside. In the mulch.
So now I'm thinking I have to notify daycare of this for sanitary reasons!
(enter horrific visuals running through my mind of other kids finding this poop the next day)
Imagine that phone call "ummm, Hi, this is Nathan's mom, Amanda, just wanted to let you know he says he pooped in the playground today..." (of course I explained it little more :::ahem::: gracefully than that)
After I tell the whole story to the poor girl who answered the phone she ended the phone call with a not-so-enthusiastic "I guess I better go look for that poop."
I then talked to Nathan about appropriate times to be naked and how to convey to the teacher that he really has to go.
Not long later the owner called me back and we talked and laughed about the situation. I guess they changed their policy now because of this that if a kid asks to go they will always take them even if they think the kid isn't serious.
I wasn't really looking for a policy change.
Just wanted to warn them there could be poop in the mulch.
Oh, boy.
There's a bit more detail to this story about if they ever found the poop- but I don't think the Internet world is really ready for that just yet haha. And I must also add that I love my kids' daycare and I think they handle things very well.
So tell me- what was your parenting moment that was so embarrassing it made you want to crawl in a hole? Kids are worth it but it's definitely an adventure to raise them!
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Scraps
I try to keep my dog, Kiba, from eating people food but when he cleans up the mess around the highchair? I pretend not to notice and am secretly happy I don't have to clean it up.
And sometimes I will give him a little bit of something, usually before I'm about to throw some pieces of leftover food away.
Today I went to give him a piece of bread and called him over. I had a piece of bread in my hand hanging down for him but a few little pieces of it had fallen to the floor.
I stood there waiting while Kiba frantically searched for and ate the scraps of bread on the floor. He never looked up. The big piece of bread in my hand went unnoticed. I thought If he would only look up he would see what I was really trying to give him.
And it hit me.
Is this a small glimpse of how God feels?
Watching us scurry around trying to gobble up little things that we think are good and all the while He is holding something so much better for us? Dangling it right there hoping we would only look up and see.
How many times have we failed to look up and see the blessings He desperately wants to bestow on us?
I know I am guilty of this. Thinking that I know what's good and best for myself- when all the while His plan for me is so much more than I could ever imagine.
I need to get better at looking up.
"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you, and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"
Jeremiah 29:11
And sometimes I will give him a little bit of something, usually before I'm about to throw some pieces of leftover food away.
Today I went to give him a piece of bread and called him over. I had a piece of bread in my hand hanging down for him but a few little pieces of it had fallen to the floor.
I stood there waiting while Kiba frantically searched for and ate the scraps of bread on the floor. He never looked up. The big piece of bread in my hand went unnoticed. I thought If he would only look up he would see what I was really trying to give him.
And it hit me.
Is this a small glimpse of how God feels?
Watching us scurry around trying to gobble up little things that we think are good and all the while He is holding something so much better for us? Dangling it right there hoping we would only look up and see.
How many times have we failed to look up and see the blessings He desperately wants to bestow on us?
I know I am guilty of this. Thinking that I know what's good and best for myself- when all the while His plan for me is so much more than I could ever imagine.
I need to get better at looking up.
"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you, and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"
Jeremiah 29:11
Friday, October 12, 2012
Lately
Lately the boys have been sick with viruses. Luke is over it but Nathan isn't quite.
So it's been a week of non stop laundry and carpet cleaning to remove puke and diarrhea. Yeah, parenting is ugly sometimes. But they're worth it!
And I'm super grateful that my husband can sometimes work from home which means I only had to miss work one day this week (but it's still hard to go to work and leave a sick child at home although Marcus is great with our kids)
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Lately we decided to sign Nathan up for preschool and I'm super excited for him. Yes he's starting a little late but we had to wait til Oct due to finances. I'll feel a little better about him going into kindergarten next year with a little bit of preschool under his belt.
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Lately I've been wanting to chop my hair off and dye it. This is VERY unlike me. I'm a long hair girl and never color other than the occasional highlights. But I'm bored with it. And I have been for about 2 years now.
Plus it's giving my headaches from having it pulled up all day at work so it's time to lose some length.
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Lately I've had baby fever which is just kuh-razy- I just had a baby!
I didn't feel the heart tug for another child when I had Nathan until he was over two so for it to hit me at 1 yr this time threw me off a bit. Maybe it's because I just keep being reminded lately about how precious life is and how much of a blessing children are. And all the recent pregnancy announcements from friends with their 3rd baby might have something to do with it too :)
But we're waiting for several reasons (one being I'm still nursing and have no desire to nurse while pregnant) Maybe a year from now the time will be right- we'll see.
For now my brain just keeps telling my heart to be patient.
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Lately I have been enjoying a few tv shows. I used to watch too many but cut back a few years ago. Plus it seems some shows that start out as good dramas eventually turn into soap operas. My favorite show right now is Fringe. Any Fringe fans out there? I'm sad it's the last season but it's a good show.
My favorite thing to do at the end of the day is sit with Marcus on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, a glass of sweet tea, and a good tv show or movie.
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Lately I have been cooking some yummy treats- several of which have pumpkin of course :) Tis the season.
This morning I made Surprise Monkey Bread for my MOPS group (Mothers Of PreSchoolers)
...I'll tell you a secret- the surprise is cream cheese. Anything is better with cream cheese. Mmmmmm...
Recipe is here:
http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Surprise-Monkey-Bread
Everyone loved it!
So what have you been up to lately?
So it's been a week of non stop laundry and carpet cleaning to remove puke and diarrhea. Yeah, parenting is ugly sometimes. But they're worth it!
And I'm super grateful that my husband can sometimes work from home which means I only had to miss work one day this week (but it's still hard to go to work and leave a sick child at home although Marcus is great with our kids)
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Lately we decided to sign Nathan up for preschool and I'm super excited for him. Yes he's starting a little late but we had to wait til Oct due to finances. I'll feel a little better about him going into kindergarten next year with a little bit of preschool under his belt.
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Lately I've been wanting to chop my hair off and dye it. This is VERY unlike me. I'm a long hair girl and never color other than the occasional highlights. But I'm bored with it. And I have been for about 2 years now.
Plus it's giving my headaches from having it pulled up all day at work so it's time to lose some length.
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Lately I've had baby fever which is just kuh-razy- I just had a baby!
I didn't feel the heart tug for another child when I had Nathan until he was over two so for it to hit me at 1 yr this time threw me off a bit. Maybe it's because I just keep being reminded lately about how precious life is and how much of a blessing children are. And all the recent pregnancy announcements from friends with their 3rd baby might have something to do with it too :)
But we're waiting for several reasons (one being I'm still nursing and have no desire to nurse while pregnant) Maybe a year from now the time will be right- we'll see.
For now my brain just keeps telling my heart to be patient.
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Lately I have been enjoying a few tv shows. I used to watch too many but cut back a few years ago. Plus it seems some shows that start out as good dramas eventually turn into soap operas. My favorite show right now is Fringe. Any Fringe fans out there? I'm sad it's the last season but it's a good show.
My favorite thing to do at the end of the day is sit with Marcus on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, a glass of sweet tea, and a good tv show or movie.
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Lately I have been cooking some yummy treats- several of which have pumpkin of course :) Tis the season.
This morning I made Surprise Monkey Bread for my MOPS group (Mothers Of PreSchoolers)
...I'll tell you a secret- the surprise is cream cheese. Anything is better with cream cheese. Mmmmmm...
Recipe is here:
http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Surprise-Monkey-Bread
Everyone loved it!
So what have you been up to lately?
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Discovering You
The other night I was about to give Luke a bath and at the last second decided to take a bath with him. I used to do that every once in a while when Nathan was younger and we always had so much fun.
Actually the first time I took a bath with Luke he was about 2 weeks old and it was such a sweet time. However, he got hungry during the bath and I thought "I'll just nurse you right here" and I did. Except everyone who has had a newborn knows about every time they eat: they poop. Yep. The kid pooped all over me. Marcus thought it was pretty hilarious when I screamed for him to help.
Now Luke is 13 months old and we sat there playing with plastic bath toys and the wash cloth. I quickly discovered that he thinks it's the funniest thing in the WHOLE world when I trap air with the wash cloth and put it under water letting him squeeze it out causing bubbles to go everywhere. It kind of makes a fart noise so that figures that he, being a boy, thinks it's hilarious.
I began to ponder about my relationship with him versus my relationship with Nathan. My relationship with them is so different from each other. And of course they are different. My boys are two different people therefore I cannot have the same relationship with each of them. Their personalities aren't the same. They'll each always need something slightly different from me.
With Nathan- I get him. I always have. It feels like we are on the same wavelength. I think that's why we can frustrated each other so easily- because we are so alike! His whole life- I can just look in his eyes and I know. I know what he is feeling. There hasn't been much guessing with him.
But with Luke it's a different story. Although we have bonded through breastfeeding, it sort of feels like it hasn't gone beyond that.
Sometimes when I act silly with him he gives me this look, this stare, and I'm not quite sure if I'm amusing him or if he wants to punch me in the face to get me to stop.
It could have to do somewhat with the fact that he's my second born and I'm more busy than I was when Nathan was this little. It could have to do with his personality being more like Marcus' while Nathan is like me. It could have to do with the fact that Luke is not a cuddlier- he wants to nurse and immediately be put down while Nathan was always content to just sit with me and "be." And also- I've had 4 1/2 years with Nathan and just a year with Luke- so of course I know Nathan better.
However, I'm realizing I'm going to have to discover Luke in a way that I never had to do with Nathan. I'm going to have to be intentional with spending time with him. Figure out what he likes and dislikes. And I might have to discover how to be okay with the thought that Luke might be more independent than Nathan when it comes to what he needs from me. And that's ok.
Because I'm looking forward to discovering him. This blessing from above. This red head spunky child of mine.
I'm looking forward to discovering who my children are. Who God made them to be. And in the end- I believe discovering them will also teach me so much more about myself too.
Actually the first time I took a bath with Luke he was about 2 weeks old and it was such a sweet time. However, he got hungry during the bath and I thought "I'll just nurse you right here" and I did. Except everyone who has had a newborn knows about every time they eat: they poop. Yep. The kid pooped all over me. Marcus thought it was pretty hilarious when I screamed for him to help.
Now Luke is 13 months old and we sat there playing with plastic bath toys and the wash cloth. I quickly discovered that he thinks it's the funniest thing in the WHOLE world when I trap air with the wash cloth and put it under water letting him squeeze it out causing bubbles to go everywhere. It kind of makes a fart noise so that figures that he, being a boy, thinks it's hilarious.
I began to ponder about my relationship with him versus my relationship with Nathan. My relationship with them is so different from each other. And of course they are different. My boys are two different people therefore I cannot have the same relationship with each of them. Their personalities aren't the same. They'll each always need something slightly different from me.
With Nathan- I get him. I always have. It feels like we are on the same wavelength. I think that's why we can frustrated each other so easily- because we are so alike! His whole life- I can just look in his eyes and I know. I know what he is feeling. There hasn't been much guessing with him.
But with Luke it's a different story. Although we have bonded through breastfeeding, it sort of feels like it hasn't gone beyond that.
Sometimes when I act silly with him he gives me this look, this stare, and I'm not quite sure if I'm amusing him or if he wants to punch me in the face to get me to stop.
It could have to do somewhat with the fact that he's my second born and I'm more busy than I was when Nathan was this little. It could have to do with his personality being more like Marcus' while Nathan is like me. It could have to do with the fact that Luke is not a cuddlier- he wants to nurse and immediately be put down while Nathan was always content to just sit with me and "be." And also- I've had 4 1/2 years with Nathan and just a year with Luke- so of course I know Nathan better.
However, I'm realizing I'm going to have to discover Luke in a way that I never had to do with Nathan. I'm going to have to be intentional with spending time with him. Figure out what he likes and dislikes. And I might have to discover how to be okay with the thought that Luke might be more independent than Nathan when it comes to what he needs from me. And that's ok.
Because I'm looking forward to discovering him. This blessing from above. This red head spunky child of mine.
I'm looking forward to discovering who my children are. Who God made them to be. And in the end- I believe discovering them will also teach me so much more about myself too.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The Marshalls
One year ago today my friends Nichole and Aaron Marshall had their beautiful daughter. One year ago today Jesus also took that precious girl home with Him to heaven when she was 6 hours old.
I met Nichole 8 years ago in Dental Hygiene school. Her sweet spirit and faith in the Lord has made me consider my friendship with her a cherished one even though we don't see each other very often. We were there at each other's weddings and I was blessed to be able to support and pray for them when they headed to Africa for mission work.
I remember praying for them throughout their pregnancy after Nichole's water broke at 15 weeks. I remember praying for a miracle that their precious child being formed in the less than ideal conditions will defy the odds and be born ready to take on this world. I remember sitting with Nichole while she was on strict bed rest while she held a newborn Luke and we talked about all sorts of things.
And I remember a year ago. Breaking down in tears when I saw the news that Figi (short for Fighter Girl) left this world. Nathan asked why I was crying and after I told him he said "Oh, we need to pray" and we did.
I think of Figi often and she always helps me put into perspective how precious life is. Her work is not yet done here. I'm sure she is still teaching everyone who met her or knew about her and she will always be a huge part of the Marshall family. Maybe her life will encourage another couple to always give life a chance against all odds even when medical advice suggests otherwise.
God, in all His goodness, blessed Aaron and Nichole with a son 6 weeks after Figi's passing. After a long and difficult adoption and several unplanned months in Ethiopia, Zurich was added to the Marshall family. He just celebrated his second birthday and before long he will be a big brother! Another baby boy is on the way and thankfully everything is going well with this pregnancy. I'm sure they are excited to meet their new son in a few months!
Please look at Aaron and Nichole's blog to learn more about their story and see some pictures of Figi and Zurich. Pray for this sweet family and be encouraged by their faith in God.
http://aaronichole.com/
I met Nichole 8 years ago in Dental Hygiene school. Her sweet spirit and faith in the Lord has made me consider my friendship with her a cherished one even though we don't see each other very often. We were there at each other's weddings and I was blessed to be able to support and pray for them when they headed to Africa for mission work.
I remember praying for them throughout their pregnancy after Nichole's water broke at 15 weeks. I remember praying for a miracle that their precious child being formed in the less than ideal conditions will defy the odds and be born ready to take on this world. I remember sitting with Nichole while she was on strict bed rest while she held a newborn Luke and we talked about all sorts of things.
And I remember a year ago. Breaking down in tears when I saw the news that Figi (short for Fighter Girl) left this world. Nathan asked why I was crying and after I told him he said "Oh, we need to pray" and we did.
I think of Figi often and she always helps me put into perspective how precious life is. Her work is not yet done here. I'm sure she is still teaching everyone who met her or knew about her and she will always be a huge part of the Marshall family. Maybe her life will encourage another couple to always give life a chance against all odds even when medical advice suggests otherwise.
God, in all His goodness, blessed Aaron and Nichole with a son 6 weeks after Figi's passing. After a long and difficult adoption and several unplanned months in Ethiopia, Zurich was added to the Marshall family. He just celebrated his second birthday and before long he will be a big brother! Another baby boy is on the way and thankfully everything is going well with this pregnancy. I'm sure they are excited to meet their new son in a few months!
Please look at Aaron and Nichole's blog to learn more about their story and see some pictures of Figi and Zurich. Pray for this sweet family and be encouraged by their faith in God.
http://aaronichole.com/
Friday, October 5, 2012
Friday
I didn't have any obligations this morning so I took the boys to daycare and did some thrift store shopping for the first time in ages. My friends and I often went to thrift stores in college but since then I haven't made time for it.
Since I'm 30lbs less than I was when I last wore these fall clothes they have been hanging off of me but since we're currently in Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace class (where he drills budget!budget!budget! into our heads) I have been avoiding getting new clothes.
Enter: Goodwill.
I forgot how much fun it is! So much more fun than department store shopping. Instead it feels like a treasure hunt. Oooooh what might I find?!
Two Goodwills and $40 later I ended up with 10 shirts, a purse, and a wreath made of sticks that I have big plans for in the DIY department (Mom- that means: Do It Yourself, cuz I know you're going to ask, love you!)
I tried to find pants but no such luck since I'm in this awkward in-between sizes phase.
Found this Liz Claiborne purse for fall- oh yeah :) Trying to downsize purses since I carry so much stuff I never need or use.
After shopping I picked up Luke from daycare for his 1 year well visit (that we're a month behind for)
(side note: oh my gosh Marcus is sitting at the computer humming to a song and it's the funniest thing ever! I can't figure out which song. And as soon as it starts to sound familiar it drastically changes. Ok "side note" that only amuses me is over)
The regular doctor my boys see isn't there on Fridays anymore so we saw another dr I had met once before. I picked her brain about a few subjects and quickly decided that I love her. She has very similar views as I do about many things and she's a young mom herself (has two small kids) She's even supportive of breastfeeding beyond one!
Luke weighs in at 21 lbs and 8 oz and is 31 inches long (If I remembered correctly)
He is healthy and right on track with where he should be although he's a little behind in the language department (my thoughts).
One reason that he might not be talking much is because with Nathan I talked non-stop with him as soon as he was born. Showing him everything. Teaching, pointing, showing, repeating. And that boy and I still talk non stop.
But with Luke? I don't do that as much. Yes I show him things here and there and occasionally say "''mama'- can you say 'mama' Luke?"
But I have always enjoyed the quietness when I'm alone with Luke. I converse so much with my first born that when Nathan is gone it's almost like "ok good, I can just think and not answer questions for a little bit."
Now I know Luke hears me and Nathan talking and he hears his teachers at daycare. But I definitely want to make more of an effort to show, talk, tell with him like I did with Nathan.
The doctor also did routine blood work and said that his iron is low. Not to the point of anemia but close. So I'm going to increase the foods in his diet that are rich in iron and I'm also thinking about supplements. It probably has to do with him starting to grow again. The doctor said his growth has been different than the average baby because he grew SO much from birth til 7 months and then stayed the same until 13 months and is now starting to grow again.
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Looking forward to this weekend that is full of fun family activities! Which makes my heart so full but also means that by Monday I'll already be worn out before the week begins. But that's ok :)
Have a great weekend!
(if you have been reading but not commenting I would love to "meet" you- please say hi)
Since I'm 30lbs less than I was when I last wore these fall clothes they have been hanging off of me but since we're currently in Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace class (where he drills budget!budget!budget! into our heads) I have been avoiding getting new clothes.
Enter: Goodwill.
I forgot how much fun it is! So much more fun than department store shopping. Instead it feels like a treasure hunt. Oooooh what might I find?!
Two Goodwills and $40 later I ended up with 10 shirts, a purse, and a wreath made of sticks that I have big plans for in the DIY department (Mom- that means: Do It Yourself, cuz I know you're going to ask, love you!)
I tried to find pants but no such luck since I'm in this awkward in-between sizes phase.
Found this Liz Claiborne purse for fall- oh yeah :) Trying to downsize purses since I carry so much stuff I never need or use.
(side note: oh my gosh Marcus is sitting at the computer humming to a song and it's the funniest thing ever! I can't figure out which song. And as soon as it starts to sound familiar it drastically changes. Ok "side note" that only amuses me is over)
The regular doctor my boys see isn't there on Fridays anymore so we saw another dr I had met once before. I picked her brain about a few subjects and quickly decided that I love her. She has very similar views as I do about many things and she's a young mom herself (has two small kids) She's even supportive of breastfeeding beyond one!
Luke weighs in at 21 lbs and 8 oz and is 31 inches long (If I remembered correctly)
He is healthy and right on track with where he should be although he's a little behind in the language department (my thoughts).
One reason that he might not be talking much is because with Nathan I talked non-stop with him as soon as he was born. Showing him everything. Teaching, pointing, showing, repeating. And that boy and I still talk non stop.
But with Luke? I don't do that as much. Yes I show him things here and there and occasionally say "''mama'- can you say 'mama' Luke?"
But I have always enjoyed the quietness when I'm alone with Luke. I converse so much with my first born that when Nathan is gone it's almost like "ok good, I can just think and not answer questions for a little bit."
Now I know Luke hears me and Nathan talking and he hears his teachers at daycare. But I definitely want to make more of an effort to show, talk, tell with him like I did with Nathan.
The doctor also did routine blood work and said that his iron is low. Not to the point of anemia but close. So I'm going to increase the foods in his diet that are rich in iron and I'm also thinking about supplements. It probably has to do with him starting to grow again. The doctor said his growth has been different than the average baby because he grew SO much from birth til 7 months and then stayed the same until 13 months and is now starting to grow again.
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Looking forward to this weekend that is full of fun family activities! Which makes my heart so full but also means that by Monday I'll already be worn out before the week begins. But that's ok :)
Have a great weekend!
(if you have been reading but not commenting I would love to "meet" you- please say hi)
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Nathanisms
Oh, my son. My firstborn. How he makes me laugh.
Recently....
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Sitting at QDoba...
"Mommy! We learned a new song a church this morning and now I can hear it in my head! :::grabs his head with both hands::: Can you believe it?! I can really hear it!!" (first time having a song stuck in his head)
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Nathan: "Mommy- my stomach is growling"
Me: "Well- you will eat in the morning" (this was an attempt to get out of bed, and he wasn't starving because he had plenty for dinner)
Nathan:....in all seriousness..."But I'm scared my stomach is going to get really mad at me"
(I then realize that he thinks a growling stomach is like a growling animal and might attack or something)
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"Mommy- I don't like taking baths with Luke anymore. We need to get him a baby shower. I heard about them on tv"
Haha son- that's a party :)
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....pointing at a huge flock of birds.... "Maybe they are going on a field trip."
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Nathan: "Why is that car in their front yard?"
Me: "They are selling it."
Nathan: "Oh, that's a good idea because some people have too many cars and some people don't have a car. Maybe they will give it away. That would be nice. But why would they buy a car they didn't need if they have too many now? Maybe someone gave them a car and now they are giving it away. That's really nice. I want a car someday when I'm a daddy."
I love how he wonders all types of things. We can have long conversations about nothing really and they warm my heart.
(and I hope he has a car looong before he's a daddy...)
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In the car...
Nathan: "Mommy...when I am a grown up will I still have a mommy?"
Me: "yes, I will always be your mommy"
Nathan: "But you will be old?"
Me: "I'll be older"
Nathan: "And then you will die?"
Me: "Yes, someday."
Nathan: "But I don't want you to die!"
Me: "But do you know where I will go when I die?"
Nathan: "Heaven?"
Me: "Yes ,because I believe in Jesus. And then if you choose to believe in Jesus you will go to heaven too. And when you show up I'll run up and hug you and be soooo happy to see you."
Nathan: (hopeful) "And I'll get to see Jesus too? Like really see him? And hug him? For real!?"
Me: "Yes!"
Nathan:" Yippee!!!! I'm SOOO excited!!!!"
Me: "Me too, son, me too."
I love his heart.
Even when he prays at night and thanks God for poop.
Boys.
:)
Recently....
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Sitting at QDoba...
"Mommy! We learned a new song a church this morning and now I can hear it in my head! :::grabs his head with both hands::: Can you believe it?! I can really hear it!!" (first time having a song stuck in his head)
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Nathan: "Mommy- my stomach is growling"
Me: "Well- you will eat in the morning" (this was an attempt to get out of bed, and he wasn't starving because he had plenty for dinner)
Nathan:....in all seriousness..."But I'm scared my stomach is going to get really mad at me"
(I then realize that he thinks a growling stomach is like a growling animal and might attack or something)
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"Mommy- I don't like taking baths with Luke anymore. We need to get him a baby shower. I heard about them on tv"
Haha son- that's a party :)
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....pointing at a huge flock of birds.... "Maybe they are going on a field trip."
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Nathan: "Why is that car in their front yard?"
Me: "They are selling it."
Nathan: "Oh, that's a good idea because some people have too many cars and some people don't have a car. Maybe they will give it away. That would be nice. But why would they buy a car they didn't need if they have too many now? Maybe someone gave them a car and now they are giving it away. That's really nice. I want a car someday when I'm a daddy."
I love how he wonders all types of things. We can have long conversations about nothing really and they warm my heart.
(and I hope he has a car looong before he's a daddy...)
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In the car...
Nathan: "Mommy...when I am a grown up will I still have a mommy?"
Me: "yes, I will always be your mommy"
Nathan: "But you will be old?"
Me: "I'll be older"
Nathan: "And then you will die?"
Me: "Yes, someday."
Nathan: "But I don't want you to die!"
Me: "But do you know where I will go when I die?"
Nathan: "Heaven?"
Me: "Yes ,because I believe in Jesus. And then if you choose to believe in Jesus you will go to heaven too. And when you show up I'll run up and hug you and be soooo happy to see you."
Nathan: (hopeful) "And I'll get to see Jesus too? Like really see him? And hug him? For real!?"
Me: "Yes!"
Nathan:" Yippee!!!! I'm SOOO excited!!!!"
Me: "Me too, son, me too."
I love his heart.
Even when he prays at night and thanks God for poop.
Boys.
:)
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