“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord. ‘They are for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.’” Jeremiah 29:11
Frustrated.
Sometimes I feel like there is not much to look forward to in her future. I’d give anything to change that but she has to choose to participate in her future. She has to choose to participate and cooperate in getting to where she wants to be. I don’t know if she can.
More late.
If I could do our wedding all over again. It would definitely be a little more like this:
One of my favorite shows on TV is “How I Met Your Mother”. Basically, it is the latest and greatest “Friends” show and it is hilarious. A few weeks back, the episode was about annoying habits. Each of the characters had a very annoying habit that no one noticed…..until someone else pointed it out. As soon as someone pointed out that she crunched really loud when she ate, it started driving EVERYONE nuts. You get the idea.
Our minds naturally gravitate towards the negative - it’s so easy to pick out somebody else’s flaws and then get hung up on them. After a while, all you see is the flaw(s) and you forget about the many redeeming qualities. I was listening to a sermon by Joel Osteen last night and he gave a wonderful reminder of how important it is to stay focused on the positive. I cracked up when he said that maybe the only thing we can find to be grateful for about a particular person is that we’re not them. ha ha ha
As a mother of young children, there are days when it is hard to hold to gratitude. Kids are sick and whiny, laundry is piled up and you have work to do on top of it all. When I’m ready to lounge in self pity, I remember all the women who want desperately to have children and can’t. I remember the days of battling infertility and how empty - barren - I felt. I thank God that i have kids. I thank God that my kids are healthy and good natured. I thank God for their enthusiasm and contagious laughter. It’s hard to sit in funk when you’re listing all the things you are grateful for.
Start today. Make a list of ten things you’re grateful for. When you get to the end of your list, think of ten more. Keep going. See how long it is before you run out of things to be grateful for. I bet you’ll be at it a while.
We are definitely excited about Christmas!
Now, if only I could get them to do the laundry!
I’ve heard of peanut butter and banannas. Even peanut butter and sugar. But marshmellows? YUCK!
Me: Speedy, do you want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch?
Speedy: Yes. With marshmellows on the side, please.
on the side? That just cracked me up. So I did the only logical thing. I put marshmellows ON his peanut butter sandwich and he loved it! Marshmellows can’t be any worse than jelly, right?
First, Happy Anniversary to my wonderful hubby!
Daddyo: Speedy, what’s in your pants? (noticing something did NOT look right)
Speedy: That’s just my wood, Daddy.
Yes, he really did say that and then daddyo had him call me on the phone and repeat it. He has no idea why daddy thinks it is so funny when he says he has wood in his pants, but I’m sure he’ll say it again soon. By the way, he did actually have a piece of wood in his pants.
Me: Speedy, go to the potty. (noticing he was holding on to his wee wee)
Speedy: No, mommy. I don’t need to go potty. It’s just fun to play with.
Friend: Speedy, what are you asking Santa to bring you for christmas?
Speedy: I don’t know.
Me: I guess we’ll just ask him for a bucket of dirt, then. (trying to get him to answer)
Friend: Aren’t you going to ask for some trucks or something?
Speedy: MOMMY! Is it going to be REAL dirt?
And to think of the money we’ve already spent on presents. All he needs to be happy is dirt.
Happy Turkey Day, Friends…Bloggers….and random internet searchers who somehow wind up here.
I can’t let Thanksgiving Day go by without my Thursday list (the one I seem to have abandoned lately):
Today, I am thankful for:
A God who is big enough to protect a child still in the mother’s womb.
Infertility.
A wonderful husband who is truly my partner in life and this thing we call parenting.
Two beautiful kids who have taught me more about God’s love than a lifetime of study.
A support system of family and friends.
God’s faithfulness.
Families who answer the call to adopt older kids and teenagers.
Foster parents who lay down their lives for the kids they care for.
Other moms who just “get it”.
Finally, I have figured out how to get my videos of the kids on my computer. Boy, you guys are sure in trouble now. I’m just starting with what I have on here now, so the first few will be of Princess.
The first one is just her giggling. The second one is the Princess admitting to being “rotten” and calling herself a princess. Finally, the third is Princess dancing along to “Rockabye Bear” by the Wiggles. You may have to turn up the volume to hear the music so the movements will make a little more sense. 
Is there anything worse than the smell of puke?
Okay, so this is kinda sick but I have to share….
Speedy’s tummy was hurting yesterday (prior to the vomitting) and he kept going to the bathroom, trying to poop. No luck. Finally, he thought if I went with him that he’d be able to go so I sat on the bathtub and waited. And waited.
Me: Speedy, I don’t think you have to go.
Speedy: It’s coming, mommy.
Me: Okay. I’ll wait.
Speedy: It’s coming, it’s coming. Just wait, mommy.
Me: Okay.
Speedy: OOOH! It’s almost here! I can FEEL it.
Me: Great.
Speedy: It’s coming! It’s coming! It’s coming!…………(okay, i don’t know how to spell a fart noise but that is what belongs here.)
Me: Giggling, does your tummy feel better now?
Speedy: (mouth open wide) It came! It came! Did you hear that? I pooted. Guess all that was just about a poot.
Ipod. There. I said it. I finally own an Ipod. Happy early anniversary to me - I bought the newest version of the Ipod nano. I promise not to turn into one of those people who walk around all day with earbuds in their ears. At least if I am wearing them in public, chances are I’m listening to a book or podcast and not music.
It occurred to me as I was dowloading music that you can tell a lot about something from the music/podcasts/books/etc on his/her ipod. So I’m not going to tell you what is on mine.
Had you been listening to the soundtrack of my life yesterday evening, it would be the sound of Speedy puking and the splatter of it on the hardwood floor. I can’t tell you how many times I almost threw up. Daddyo is a SAINT. Speedy must have had a little bug or something and I sure hope the rest of us don’t catch it. UGH.
I. hate. vomit.
