Like a Girl

My head is in overload…in a good way though.

This weekend our church was a simulcast location for the Beth Moore conference. It.was.amazing. I've done her studies before and attended another simulcast last year, but this particular one was just simply amazing. My mind and my heart are still digesting what I heard, so until I get wrapped around it, I'm going to keep a little quiet. More to come on that later.

 

Kaylee in her two-year-old wisdom and, well…I don't really even know what to call it…she constantly makes me wonder where she learns things. I say that nothing surprises me anymore, but honestly, everything surprises me. This morning I was getting her dressed, and after I put her shirt on, she flipped her head to the side a little.

"Kaylee, what are you doing?"

"I'm flipping my head like a girl." Man, o man… Girl, o girl, rather. Where do you learn these things?

The day before she said, "Give it to me straight up, Mamma," referring to her ice cream. I don't recall ever even saying that phrase, much less around her. I mean seriously, we watch every.single.word we say. For we know those words will be repeated, but we do not know where those words will be repeated.

 

Logan continues to be Mr. Super-Easy baby. He is generally happy and sometimes naked. Yesterday I looked over and saw him looking out our front door. Somehow he had managed to escape from his diaper, which happened to be the only thing he had on. I think he is starting say Mamma…and really mean it. I cannot believe he is going to be turning one in less than a month. I may have mentioned that before, but really…I can't believe it.

Although still mostly happy, I think Logan is entering into a frustrated stage. He wants to be able to walk, but can't master it yet. He is on the go, yet doesn't know where to go. And that blasted dog food remains just out of reach.

 

 

 

Going Cloth

Diapers that is…

About a week-and-a-half ago we switched to cloth diapers for Logan. It was actually kind of an exciting switch for me…although I can't really say for sure why. It's definitely not because I have to wash all of the poop out… :) However, when I calculated the potential monthly savings and then potential yearly savings, I just had to try it. And I have to say, it is really nice to go to the store and not even glance to see if diapers are on sale. Now of course, there will still be times we use disposable, but for the most part we hope to use these.

His little Logan bum looks pretty cute in them too!

And well…speaking of the little Logan bum, and the kid who wears it (the bum)…he has been moving very quickly, pulling up on everything, and getting into everything. There have been times I thought he might take a step, but he just falls to the floor and takes off again.

He really has no interest in walking. With Kaylee we would hold her hands and she would walk all over the place…not so with this one. He gets there his own way. Thankyouverymuch.

Recently we've been playing this little game. It was called: Logan swiftly moves to dog bowl, grabs two fists-full of dog food, crams one into face, mommy pulls dog food out of mouth, meanwhile Logan crams other fist-full into face. Repeat game as often as possible. Game is only over when dog food is placed very high and all other dog food particles are swept off the floor.

Yeah, it's a fun game. Its retail cost tends to vary, but currently runs about $28 for an entire bag of fun. You really should try it sometime. Another one that is fun to play at the same time is: while mommy puts dog food away, run to get into "little" potty. The rules and regulations of this one are still being worked out. Right now they consist of: Logan! No! Get out of there! Yuck! Followed by a brisk washing of hands if said hands got farther than lid on "little" potty.

 

Refocus

It's so easy when we're focused on praying for something specific, or something that really matters to us that we can forget to pay attention to the needs of other. At least that's the way it is with me. I'm usually pretty quick to pick up on what might be going on with someone else and do what I can to support and uplift them.
But recently I've had a lot on my mind. There is always a lot going on around here…with the kids growing so quickly, constantly learning new things and new skills that I can't blame it on that. But I would blame it on what has been going on in my head. Now, my head can be an exciting and dangerous place at the same time. We won't even start in on that.
The things I've been focused on are of, what I would consider, utmost importance at this time. However, I would like to take some time to switch the focus a little and send some thoughts, blessings, and maybe small gifts out to whoever would like to leave a comment, their name and address on my blog.
If you don't want to leave it on my blog, simply send me an email and soon you will receive, in your mailbox, something from me. Hopefully it will brighten your day and make you smile. I know, as much as I love email, I love going to the mail box and finding something fun. Because heaven knows, bills and junk mail are not.fun.at.all.
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By the way, sorry for the yucky font...Word will not publish my posts at the time.

Four Years Ago

Thursday, Adam and I celebrated our four year anniversary. We were actually able to get away on the anniversary itself, go to Massanutten, spend the night and enjoy some alone time. It was so nice to get away…just the two of us…and have some quiet.

After dinner at Hanks (the place that catered the wedding) we went back and decided to take a walk. We saw a number of deer which were much accustomed to people as we were able to get pretty close to them before they ran…but not very far.

It was actually kind of funny to pack to go somewhere and not have to take half the contents of the entire house. We made it to the room with all our stuff in just one trip!

(Funny side story…I was packing, Adam had to run out for a while, and Logan was napping. That left Kaylee…alone. Yeah, right. I was just in the other room, but evidentially her skills at being quiet while pouring out the entire contents of a salt and pepper shaker are great. I didn't even hear her until I went to check on her. (And she is quick too…I only let her play for a very, very short time without being checked on.) She informed me she was making me some salt and pepper. All.over.the.table.floor.boosterseat.and surrounding area.)

Back to the point…our anniversary…

Words don't seem to do justice to explain how much I love my husband. I know. I know…it sounds sappy. But really, I stand amazed when I think of how blessed I am by Adam. He loves me and sometimes I really think he knows me better than I know myself. He works so hard so I can stay home with the kids. Although I work, there is no way if he didn't do as much as he does I could stay home.

He is a great dad. There is nothing that can bring me to tears more quickly than to think of how he loves those kids and me.

And although we have our moments like every couple, there is no one else I would rather share my life's journey with. He's the one I want to go to bed with and wake up with every day.

So honey, I love you. Thank you for loving me in spite of my flaws. Thank you for helping me be a better person and a better mom. Thanks for all you do. Thanks for being not only a hero to others as you serve as a firefighter, but thanks for being my hero. And I'm not being mushy…I'm being honest. You keep me real and know when I'm not. These past four years have been filled to the brim with love, joy, some pain and heartache, silliness and the real thing. We've lost one baby and had two. We have a huge future together waiting to be filled with so many more moments. I can't wait. But I cherish every day. Life is precious. It can be too short. I don't want to take for granted what we have together. We have a life and a marriage some only dream of and others can never achieve. I'm not saying that braggingly or boastfully…just thankful and fully acknowledging what God has lavished on us. It is because of His great love we can love and love others. He brought us together to love each other, our kids and those we meet. I pray our house would be a place which reflects the love of the Father…a place of safety and fun for our kids and their friends to play. A place of refuge from the storm.

Confession

I have a confession. There are monsters who live in my house. I know this to be a true fact, so don't question me or say that monsters aren't real. I have proof…

You see, I am constantly cleaning and organizing my house. Always. (Or almost) I do 500,000 loads of laundry each day. (No exaggerating at all.) Sweep. Straighten. Throw away. Wipe. Sweep again. Yet, the moment my eyes close hundreds…nay, thousands of these monsters seep out of the walls (or wherever they live) and mess everything up. Of course they are silent, so as not to wake the dogs. They're smart like that.

I've set traps, but all I come up with is cracker crumbs and empty sippy cups. I must become more sly in my trapping means.

Note: the following pictures are posted for sheer cuteness. They have *nothing* to do with the previously mentioned monsters.

Worth a Thousand Words

So they say a picture is worth a thousand words. And since I am too tired to write a thousand (more) words today…having already typed almost two hours of audio…thousands of words…I'll leave you with some super cute pictures.

Enjoy…