Tonight he lost his other top front tooth and decided that he wanted to sleep on the top bunk of his bed for the very first time.
He writes - with very clever spelling, I might add - words like "Submarine" and "Self-destruct button" on his artwork.
He is perpetually more energetic than you can imagine.
He is in love with dirt - so much so, that I doubt the love affair will ever end. I - on the other hand- am so over his love for all things dirt-y...
He is a happy kid, but never will you find him happier than when he's out in the backyard in just his underwear climbing a tree or digging in the mud. He hums while he plays and makes the most realistic sound-effects.
His kisses make my heart go pitter-pat. He wraps his arms around you so tight when he hugs you.
He still hates cleaning his room and is beginning to think that bathing and brushing your teeth are overrated.
He loves his baby sister and wants to protect her from everything one minute and knocks her silly over something stupid the next minute.
He is absolutely, positively the most wonderful little boy a mother could ever ask for!
There may not be words to adequately describe how blessed my life has been, in spite of myself. I hope these memoirs in some way reflect God's unsurpassed love and faithfulness.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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I have been working full time for a little over 4 months now and find myself going through the heart-wrenching phase of realizing that I am falling out of touch with my children.
My heart hurts.
I worry that they may never remember how I was always available to them at a moment's notice - no matter what...
I can no longer tell you how many green beans they ate at lunch or where that glob of 'what is that anyway?' on her forehead came from.
I don't know how it happened, but there are muddy footprints in the living room carpet. I do know those feet though- and for once, Jaron's muddy footprints make me smile...
I am slower to wipe the fingerprints off the glass doors nowadays.
I can't tell you the last time I built anything with Jaron out of Legos.
She can't wear clothes out of the little girl's section anymore - how did she grow up so quickly?
These are the types of sacrifices that you simply cannot put a price tag on.
I knew what I was signing up for when I took this job. The 'reasons' it was the right choice to make are still valid.
The truth? My mom was a fabulous stay-at-home mom and I don't remember any of the day-to-day stuff from my childhood. What I do remember is being overwhelmingly loved, certain of the fact that my parents were in my corner, and 100% secure because of that.
That, I can do.
My heart hurts.
I worry that they may never remember how I was always available to them at a moment's notice - no matter what...
I can no longer tell you how many green beans they ate at lunch or where that glob of 'what is that anyway?' on her forehead came from.
I don't know how it happened, but there are muddy footprints in the living room carpet. I do know those feet though- and for once, Jaron's muddy footprints make me smile...
I am slower to wipe the fingerprints off the glass doors nowadays.
I can't tell you the last time I built anything with Jaron out of Legos.
She can't wear clothes out of the little girl's section anymore - how did she grow up so quickly?
These are the types of sacrifices that you simply cannot put a price tag on.
I knew what I was signing up for when I took this job. The 'reasons' it was the right choice to make are still valid.
The truth? My mom was a fabulous stay-at-home mom and I don't remember any of the day-to-day stuff from my childhood. What I do remember is being overwhelmingly loved, certain of the fact that my parents were in my corner, and 100% secure because of that.
That, I can do.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Camp E.D.G.E. VBS and you're invited!
Well if you are ages 3 years old to 6th Grade, that is.
When: July 27-31, 2009
This year, we have chosen to conduct a Penny Push to benefit the Potato Project, where every nickel we raise will purchase one pound of produce to feed America's hungry. Our goal is to raise enough to purchase 10,000 pounds of food! Start saving your loose change now!
If you want your kids to go on an action-packed, adrenaline-filled expedition to Camp E.D.G.E. -where kids learn to experience and discover God everywhere, then register your sweeties at this site:
http://cokesburyvbs.com/firstkids/ce
Just click on the Participant Signup button, fill in the fields, and submit the info.
Once you have registered, I will send you all the informtaion you need.
See you there!
The best part? Your kids will be safely tucked away learning about God with kids their ages while you and your hubby cruise the riverwalk, er, whatever you call it.
When: July 27-31, 2009
- On July 27 from 5:00pm-7:00pm we will be having a Kickoff Swim Party (free of charge) at College Hills Swim and Racquet. Please come and enjoy this time as a family together. Hot dogs, hamburgers, fixin's, and refreshments will be provided.
- Beginning July 28-31 from 5:00pm-8:00pm an amazing group of volunteers and FirstChurch staff will assemble themselves at 37 E. Beauregard in great expectation of your precious children.
This year, we have chosen to conduct a Penny Push to benefit the Potato Project, where every nickel we raise will purchase one pound of produce to feed America's hungry. Our goal is to raise enough to purchase 10,000 pounds of food! Start saving your loose change now!
If you want your kids to go on an action-packed, adrenaline-filled expedition to Camp E.D.G.E. -where kids learn to experience and discover God everywhere, then register your sweeties at this site:
http://cokesburyvbs.com/firstkids/ce
Just click on the Participant Signup button, fill in the fields, and submit the info.
Once you have registered, I will send you all the informtaion you need.
See you there!
The best part? Your kids will be safely tucked away learning about God with kids their ages while you and your hubby cruise the riverwalk, er, whatever you call it.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Here's to kicking a bad habit...
This post is for me. You can read it. Just remember, before you get all upset, I told you it was for me.
It's coming up on the one year mark of an important maturation milestone in my life.
It was in mid August of last year that I made a painful decision to let it all go.
In truth, the decision itself wasn't too painful, that was the easy part. It was arriving at the place where everything had come to an ugly head and had to be acknowledged and put to pasture that made it so painful, but I digress...
I was nearly 30 years old and still found myself completely encapsulated by your opinion of me. I allowed it to define me, govern me, ridicule me.
Do you know how hard it is to get inside other people's minds and make assumptions about what they must be thinking and then allow that be what summarizes your relationship with them?
Complicated doesn't come close...
So I let it go. I figured, 'Why try, in vain, to complete this vicious cycle? I have already read this book and the ending never changes.'
Seriously, you didn't even know you were thinking these heinous things about me, did you? :)
If you did know that you were thinking poorly of me, save it, because I am free of that now.
(The silliness of this post isn't beyond me, I get it - I do.)
But this is a depiction of the prison that was my mind.
And now, it's not.
I hate to create the impression that I have stopped trying altogether.
I care deeply about my relationships. I have friendships that date back to early elementary that are fine and dandy. I still care, but I care on a different level. One that doesn't destroy me when people are people. I no longer meddle and mangle and labor for friendships.
The friendships that have survived - simply put - have survived.
Those that are now distant, are distant.
I have not changed in my capacity to be a friend, to have a friend, to opt out of unhealthy friendships, or to buy into fruitful ones.
AND, what's more is that none of it makes me a failure. None of it makes me.
It is nice to be free from the self-imposed dronings of drama. Life is nicer.
I am one year clean. One year more independent. One year closer to the person I have always wanted to be.
See? I told you that you weren't interested.
It's coming up on the one year mark of an important maturation milestone in my life.
It was in mid August of last year that I made a painful decision to let it all go.
In truth, the decision itself wasn't too painful, that was the easy part. It was arriving at the place where everything had come to an ugly head and had to be acknowledged and put to pasture that made it so painful, but I digress...
I was nearly 30 years old and still found myself completely encapsulated by your opinion of me. I allowed it to define me, govern me, ridicule me.
Do you know how hard it is to get inside other people's minds and make assumptions about what they must be thinking and then allow that be what summarizes your relationship with them?
Complicated doesn't come close...
So I let it go. I figured, 'Why try, in vain, to complete this vicious cycle? I have already read this book and the ending never changes.'
Seriously, you didn't even know you were thinking these heinous things about me, did you? :)
If you did know that you were thinking poorly of me, save it, because I am free of that now.
(The silliness of this post isn't beyond me, I get it - I do.)
But this is a depiction of the prison that was my mind.
And now, it's not.
I hate to create the impression that I have stopped trying altogether.
I care deeply about my relationships. I have friendships that date back to early elementary that are fine and dandy. I still care, but I care on a different level. One that doesn't destroy me when people are people. I no longer meddle and mangle and labor for friendships.
The friendships that have survived - simply put - have survived.
Those that are now distant, are distant.
I have not changed in my capacity to be a friend, to have a friend, to opt out of unhealthy friendships, or to buy into fruitful ones.
AND, what's more is that none of it makes me a failure. None of it makes me.
It is nice to be free from the self-imposed dronings of drama. Life is nicer.
I am one year clean. One year more independent. One year closer to the person I have always wanted to be.
See? I told you that you weren't interested.
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