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Showing posts from July, 2012

Love you like I will...

I just noticed the Gummy Worm on my kitchen counter.  It has one, teeny-tiny bite out of it.  No, my toddler did not find the candy stash (we have a candy stash?!)  I stared at it for the longest time, wondering why it wasn't in the bag and why it was just laying there all bored and uneaten.  Then I realized that I must have attempted a bite who-knows-how-many-hours-ago.  Apparently I didn't get very far.

And before I took note of the rejected Gummy, I realized I had left the freezer open.  That's what I get for trying to plan ahead when it comes to dinner.

Yesterday and parts of today have just been un-pretty.

I recall Beth Moore saying in a study once how her daughter felt she had "earned that ugly".  And I totally, completely, utterly, unashamedly get that.  There are days when you are just trying so dang hard and it still comes apart in your hands and the wheels fall off even when you're trying to obey the speed limits.

I had a fussy baby and a difficu…

Tear it all down...

I'll go ahead and admit it.

I'm not a country girl.

I grew up on the corner in a smallish city.  My husband was dumbfounded when, after telling me of how, in the summer, he would burn up in the non-air conditioned home he grew up in, that I have never, ever, ever lived in a house without air conditioning.

I mean, why would I?  I was born in 1980,... not 1880.

So, imagine my surprise (and his concern) when we moved to the country at the start of June and just a few weeks later a horrendous storm swept through, all fast and furious.  It shoved our grill across the concrete patio and Aaron shoved me and the boys into our newly painted, "Regatta" blue half bath; the one with no windows.  I grabbed a sippy cup and a bowl of Teddy Grahams and held my babies really close and prayed the house would hold.  We ended up with 90 mph straight winds and were grateful that the only damage to our new home was a wayward gutter.  And of course the grill that tried to find a new home.

Baby, you're all that I want...

When I was single I read just about every courtship, dating and marriage book on the market.  Everything from, "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" to "Boundaries in Dating" landed in my hot little hands, rested in a stack on my nightstand, took up room on my book shelf.  I'll admit to seeming obsessed, although in all honesty, I just wanted to be prepared.  I wanted to know how relationships worked.  I wanted to make sure I chose the right guy and avoided the wrong one.  I wanted to find someone who wouldn't beat me silly or demean me and definitely wanted to find someone who wouldn't make ugly babies.  It was important.  This was the rest of my life - the majority of my life - we were talking about.

And most importantly, I had to make darn sure he was Christian enough for me to go on a date with in the first place.

In my high school years I was a big proponent of the courtship movement.  It seemed to be really big around that time, lots of books, lots of home sc…

It started with a whisper...

They were right.  Being a mother of two is vastly different than being a mother of one.  I can also see how once you get over that hurdle, the concept of adding a third or even a fourth seems easy-peasy.  Yes, I am nine weeks out from having a baby and I'm already talking about more.  You can't help what you're made for.

Tonight I learned yet another valuable lesson.  It's the one you seem to learn over and over again once you have little faces turned mirrors staring your true self right back out to you.  You tell them over and over again to be patient and to not interrupt, to not shove when they're mad, to not yell at the baby.  And then you find yourself doing the exact things you're trying to train out of them.

Pot.  Kettle.  You know.

My Mom likes to tell the story of how when I was a toddler, she found me in my room once, eye to eye with my baby doll, holding her firmly.  My little voice tinged with adult-like force, "You hear me?  You hear me?"…