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Ding-a-ling, hear them ring...

So, two mornings ago, little man woke up ready for the day (it was still dark out, which means Mommy was less ready for the day). As is our typical routine, I put him in bed with me while Daddy got ready for work. In our room we have a slightly goofy, trailer-esque fiber-optic tree that Aaron bought for me when we were dating. I thought, "I'll go plug it in! Joel will be fascinated with the colors as we lay here in the dark."
Can you see where this is leading?
I hopped out of bed to plug in the tree (which is on top of my dresser, right next to the bed) and as I was fumbling around in the dark, trying to find the electrical socket, I hear the most sickening *thud* at my feet.... and then a terrible wail. My son had decided to crawl towards me and, not having a concept of the bed beneath his hands ending, crawled right off the edge and fell a couple feet+ (our bed is unusually tall). I wanted to puke all over myself and very nearly did.
Joel calmed after about five m…

Something Learned

Today has been one of those days. Last night during small group (we are studying Philippians by Matt Chandler) and he said that there are highs and lows "... and sometimes there's just a Wednesday." That middle of the road, nothing special, everything blah: Wednesday.
Except it's Thursday. But it's a Wednesday.
My son learned to officially crawl yesterday. It was an awesome moment and (of course) I had the video camera at the ready. This morning he woke up with more momentum than before, as if he had been working out the kinks of the maneuver last night and was now raring to go. He's in the kitchen before I can blink, chewing on the area rug. He's in my book basket within two seconds of me moving him away from the book basket. He has my magazines in his mouth and recently wrapped Christmas presents crunching and tearing beneath his chubby paws.
I don't mind chasing him. I really don't. I'm happy to be at home with him and I'm exci…

Welcome Home

I grew up in the church that my parents literally turned around in one Sunday back in 1979, fell madly in love and got married. The air conditioning in that church owes their thanks to my parent's union: it was so hot that June and everyone was so miserable that they immediately voted to put in air. My Dad served as an Elder, my mom was a frequent soloist (Sandi Patty anyone?) and I was the church pianist from around age sixteen until I was twenty-eight. I was practically born into church attendance. I was even born on a Sunday. I've always known church.
I have not, however, always known about finding a new church.
A few months after my husband I married, we felt very called to leave where we were currently and set down roots elsewhere. This was not without fear or heartbreak. Leaving anywhere warm and familiar and comfortable is terrifying. It just is. It's also hurtful and confusing and something no one wants to do if they don't have to. Ironically, we "…

And you call my bluff...

We've been doing a study on Philippians in my Small Group and the past few weeks have been eating away at me. And it's not the first time that these things have shoved their way to the front of my mind, waving and screeching, "Look at me! Look at me!" I need to pay attention. I need to be decisive.
With a little boy at home who is daily becoming more and more bright and aware (despite the fact that he will not do it when his Dad is around, he does look for our dog when I ask him where Ruger is) it is even more convicting to put "the first things first". But it's so easy to get distracted. Just this morning I even said to Joel, "Now we need to pray before your breakfast." and what happened? By the time I got him settled in his chair and he started wildly kicking his legs in anticipation for his oatmeal and mangos, I went straight to feeding his little face and forgot my goal of less than five minutes earlier. We did, however, redeem the …

A Call to Kindness

When my baby was brand spankin' new, I read somewhere that, "Motherhood is not a competitive sport." and I thought, "So true.", felt a little relieved and went on my merry way, la-la-la-ing down the lane of newborn euphoria (and sleep deprivation).
Today my son is 6+ months old and while looking up the definition of another word online via Merriam-Webster, I saw the following in a sidebar detailing user-submitted words and this was number one (don't even get me started on the fact that THIS was the first user-submitted word on the list! You think this isn't serious? Think again.)...
"Sanctimommy". The definition is as follows:

"A mother who points out perceived faults in the parenting of others."

I am pretty sure I'm not the first mother (new or otherwise) to be confronted, bombarded and overwhelmed by a mother (or two) who apparently have it all figured out. They may be still in the hospital recovering, with their snoozy newborn …

Lost in love...

I have made it a habit the past few weeks to listen to Christian radio pretty much exclusively throughout the day while I'm working, doing laundry and cleaning up yet another mess on our carpet (thank goodness it's so forgiving.) It has really helped me keep my focus and my heart where it needs to be. It's also calming and that's always a good thing... especially around nap time (Little Man's, not mine - unfortunately).
However, this morning it kind of infuriated me, honestly. I heard two songs back to back about, in essence, a man who doesn't have his priorities in order. In one it began with the lament from his wife about how she feels so alone and in the other it was about how he had wasted his life pursuing things other than his wife and kids. I'm not saying this doesn't occur, but is it isolated to just the male population? Don't women have pursuits and jobs and activities that take them away from what the better priorities for their lif…

Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle...

I feel so incredibly blessed. Not because something tremendous happened today to make me feel that way, but because I am truly and genuinely blessed. We all are. Somehow, some way, loved or maybe less loved than we'd like... we're still blessed.
I'm laying on my bed typing this, which is something I never, ever do. I hear not-so-soft snoring coming from the nursery and I don't know whether to be concerned or amused by such a small person making such a big noise. I love my son. I love him more than it seems to mean when I say, "I love my son." I'll go and check on him here in a little bit and roll his head to the opposite side in an effort to still the snoring. And I'll think how silky his cheek is and how desperate I am to scoop him up and kiss on him. And then I'll go and tell my husband, like I always do: "Have I told you lately how awesome he is?!" and then we'll talk about having about a dozen more.
There's a peace i…

Stand up when I can't...

I'm going to try to be posting more. Not because I have anything super tremendous to say, but because I need to write. I can't promise that my thoughts will be meaningful or even slightly worth reading - but writing I must. So, I will try to blah-blah-blah on a more regular basis. That's what I'm saying. I'll just be throwing out my thoughts of that day which could range from the mundane to, hopefully, the more worthwhile. Although, I'm honestly seeing a lot of meaningful in the mundane. I suppose I shouldn't discount the simple.
I read today that the "two pillars of love are patience and kindness". And at first, I was like, "That's nice. Makes sense." It made more sense as I was cleaning the windows in the master bathroom, when I recalled the start of the "Love Chapter": "Love is patient and love is kind." Looks like maybe there's something to that.
Sometimes I can be a very impatient, short-tempere…

Be still and know...

I was feeding Joel (do I do anything else?!) and this thought came to mind:
"How are you treating life today?"
I know the phrase is (in)correctly, "How is life treating you?" but really... are your days determined by cosmic forces and how someone else is driving their SUV when you're in a hurry... or are you responsible? I know it's easier to not be the responsible party and it makes you feel a lot more warm and fuzzy to not foot the bill. But really. Come on, now. Is life what you make it or is it just determined by a random set of numbers? A round of BINGO? You've either got the number or you don't. And if you don't, well, sorry. Your life is pointless and wrecked. We're sorry.
There's nothing like seeing loved ones either go through a near death experience or being presented with bad news to cause you to revaluate your time and how you use it. Do you squander or do you invest? Do you throw too many pity parties complete with …

We took his bark away...

We live on the fringes of a small town. While there is a field and a barn in the not-too-far distance behind our house, we are still within the city confines. And we have neighbors that are literally next door and not miles down a gravel path.
We also have a 70+ pound mutt named Ruger - a mix between a black lab and a dust mop, according to our veterinarian. This morning as I crawled up to the counter to read my Bible and sip on my too hot green tea (when will I learn how powerful my microwave is?!), I looked out onto the deck and there was our big, dusty dog.
And he looked completely forlorn.
For the past few nights, he's been going wild with the barking. He barks at the neighbors who take their daily walks, runs or bicycle rides. He barks at the cats he can't get to. He barks just to bark.
And when he gets into that phase, we have to put the bark collar back on him. It's always a struggle, because he knows what we're up to. He just does. But because we want …