You know, I was thinking earlier this week (shocker, I know) about how everyone (myself included) always says that "Times flies" or "Where did the time go?"
Well, I have figured it out. After a week of working 8-5, picking up 2 kids in different places, then taking said kids to swimming lessons, then home for supper and baths. Next thing we know it's bedtime! Then mom has to pack lunches, fix bottles, repack bags, and maybe do a load of laundry or sweep the floor. After a few hours of sleep, we get up and do it all over again.
THERE IS NO TIME. That's why it goes by so fast!
Kudos to you single moms, you moms that have kids involved in tons of activities, and you moms that have more than 2 kids.
Bless you all. This week has been hectic. I am sooooo looking forward to a weekend of NOTHING except some swimming and church.
Happy Friday. Don't blink or it will be over. All of it.
Since I've already posted about my 2012 Good Deed and my mother in law (who requests them for her Christmas gift) has known what it would be all year, I guess I can post about it here.
I love my hair. For the most part. I've never colored it. Only permed it once. I get it cut regularly every 6-8 weeks. I've always been told how pretty my hair is. I take vitamins so it will grow and be healthy. Ok, they are the rest of the pre-natal vitamins I took when pregnant last summer. No, I am not pregnant nor do I want to be. Just taking the vitamins.
(Glad we cleared that up.)
About once every 5 years, I get a big haircut, like inches. Many inches. A month after I got married, chopped. A few months after Big Sister was born, chopped. And now.
It's never been long enough to donate. Well, it might have been after I got married but I was such a chicken and wouldn't let my stylist make just 1 big cut.
I guess since I'm much older and more mature (stop laughing), I felt I could handle it.
So at age 32, I made the appointment of my life. I've known so many people affected by cancer who have lost their hair and been forced to wear a wig. So I decided I would do it on honor of them. And my mother in law.
So, Tuesday, June 19th at noon, I went to get my hair cut.
It was slightly overwhelming at first because it was over in less than a minute. Luckily, a really sweet lady that has known my family for years (and me!) was getting hers cut in the next chair. She gave lots of praise!
After all was said and done, I was happy. Pleased with my new (and much cooler and lighter) 'do! I mailed the packet off the next day with such a great sense of pride!
In this fast paced world we live in, something I have found that is extremely helpful is to pack ahead. I pack the diaper bag the night before and have it sitting on the washing machine so I can grab it as we go out the door.
Same thing will clothes. I pick out what they are gonna wear the next day (or week) the night before. Makes for WAY less drama in the mornings too.
Today, my baby turns 10 months old. Not sure when that happened.
Yesterday, we had Baby Dedication Day at church. We proudly proclaimed that we will raise our child in Christ, not just in church. What a bittersweet day it was.
Now for the boring stuff:
Diaper - Size 3, until we run out. Already bought 4's for at night and when the others are all gone.
Weight - 20 pounds.
We went for her 9 month check up almost a month ago and she did great. No shots, just her finger pricked and she NEVER cried. Not one peep. She just watched the lady the whole time. Her ears were clear and everything is right on schedule. We go back in August for her 1 year visit.
Clothes - Mostly all 12 months.
- She goes to bed usually about 8 every night and gets up anywhere from 6-7:30, depending on the day.
She still naps quite a bit during the day.
- She finally learned to crawl on all 4's this month. She still does her army crawl because it gets her there faster. She is pulling up on everything and can stand alone but has taken no steps. Big Sister was walking at 10.5 months so I think this one is on the same schedule.
She has 4 teeth, 2 on bottom and 2 on top.
She can clap and kind of wave byebye!
She can high-five and we are working on blowing kisses.
She squeals. All the time. Whether happy or mad or neither.
She LOVES the water. Any form of it. Bathtub, pool, lake, she doesn't care.
She has finally taken to a 'lovey'. Since she doesn't take a paci (thankfully), I knew she needed something to comfort her, especially in the middle of the night. I tried something before and she was not a fan. Big Sister gave her one of her old animal blanket things so she now has 'Pink Elephant' who needs a new name. She will snuggle with that and go right to sleep. Thankful.
My mom pointed out that she grinds her teeth during the day. I had never noticed it, nor had the babysitter. Until this weekend. Oh my, that's ALL she does. I guess since her other tooth came in on the top and she has 4, she decided to chew on them. It sounds awful. Hopefully, we can overcome that SOON.
- She takes a 7 ounce bottle about 3 times a day. She takes an 8
ounce bottle with cereal in it at night. She eats mostly all stage 2
foods. She's been enjoying more table food these days. She had a fever (thanks tooth) last week and was not a fan of any food. She loves some apple juice in her cup with all this table food.
Yesterday, we sad goodbye to a dear friend who was a Christian, father, son, and brother. He was such a great man who would do anything for anybody. You knew exactly where he stood. He is rejoicing with the Lord and talking to God about his Rebels.
I wore Rebel red to his funeral in honor of him. I even said a very quiet 'Hotty Toddy' just for him.
If only we could all strive to live life more like Mr. Jimmy Boyd!
What a testimony.
There were so many at his visitation and funeral.
So much love. So much respect.
He was always the one that brought the water jug to each and every softball game. He was a killer 1st baseman and could do the splits to get you out! He was the best dishwasher that any man could ever be! He wouldn't let anyone else wash the dishes after any function at our church. He loved his Rebels, no matter what. He loved his children so much it hurt. He'd been through good times and bad.
But, through it all, he had faith. Unshaken faith. Stronger faith.
He will be missed by many but we KNOW, without a doubt, that is rejoicing with his heavenly father and with his own Daddy who passed away years ago.
I've heard this poem before but it's a good one worth sharing. Our pastor read it for Jimmy.
It's called The Dash by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his Tombstone - from the beginning - to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said that what mattered most of all was the dash between the years.
For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth -
and now, only those who loved him know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own, the cars - the house - the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard – are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s true and real –
and always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more –
and love the people in our lives, like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is read,
with your life actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say –
about how you spent your dash.
Think about that? What would people say about you? I hope that one day people can say great things about me. That I had a servant's heart. That I was kind.
I have some work to do. We are a work in progress. Thankful I have the Lord on my side.
Today, the hubby and I are celebrating our 10 year anniversary.
Really? When did that happen?
We have been together since our sophomore year of high school. In case you don't do math, we were 16 (and a half technically). We have officially been 'together' for 16 and a half years.
Hard to believe.
What's even harder to believe?
That I feel like I love him more and more every day.
Sappy, I know.
He's a great husband and father. He's a tough guy but has a soft spot in the way of 2 little girls. He's the level headed one and I'm the emotional one. He's a mamma's boy who has had a tough life. Some of the things he's gone through in his 32 years, no one ever should have to go through.
I won't lie. It's isn't always easy. Especially with him working shift work. Yeah, the money is good but it's not always about the money. Sometimes I want to punch him. And I'm sure he would like to do the same to me.
They say the first year of marriage is the hardest. Not for us. It was like the next chapter of our lives since we had already been together for 6 years when we tied the knot.
The second year? That one was a bit harder. We moved and had to live apart for about 3 months. That year was rough, but we survived.
Throw kids in the mix and things always gets stressful.
When we were doing our pre-marital counseling, our preacher asked us to read a book called His Needs, Her Needs. What a great book! It has such great perspective on what each partner needs the most. It really opened my eyes back then (such a long time ago!) and we still pull it out from time to time.
I am in no way an expert (think I've said that before) but here are a few things that have helped us over the past decade:
1. One of the things that we have found to help us when we can't seem to communicate is writing things down. Leave a note on the counter, or on his pillow. Or on his truck window. We both feel like we can write things that we sometimes can't say.
2. Say I love you. A lot. Not just when getting off the phone but actually TO each other. Face to face. NOT via Facebook or Twitter.
3. Praise each other. When your spouse does something nice, say thank you. Tell them you appreciate how hard they work. This is a tough one to remember to do.
4. Be each other's best friend. Be on the same side. Have each other's backs.
5. The best verse in the Bible (to me regarding marriage) is James 1:19. Be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to anger. Big words. Hard actions.
The past 10 years have been the best of my life. We've experienced the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. And we've survived.
I love that man more now than I ever have. So thankful to have him in my life.
Disclaimer: I am no expert at anything, except NOT being at expert
at anything. These tips are just something that have helped me, or
someone else, or could help me, or you. That's my goal. I'm not all
about the telling you what to do. So take them as you will.
I found with both my kids that when they get mobile, your life gets more hectic. Chasing, saying NO, and all that can be exhausting. Oh yeah, and just TRY and go to the bathroom BY YOURSELF and see how that works out for you.
Since Baby Sister is CONSTANTLY on the go (and super fast if you ask me), we pulled out our old life saver from when Big Sister was little.
THIS, my friends, is how you enjoy a minute in the bathroom. Granted, it's not by yourself but at least she isn't reaching for the garbage or who knows what else.
The best part? She loves it too. We have a bigger laundry basket in our room that she likes but already knows how to get out of it (by tipping it over).
You've been through quite a lot with me on this little blog. Ups and downs and in between.
Today, I just need to write and for you to listen. This is hard for me to talk about so it's much easier to just write.
My 10 year anniversary is Friday. Sooo happy.
The engagement ring my husband gave me 10 years is now at the bottom of Lake Bruin.
Yep, I just wrote that. I'm still in shock.
Long story short, I took them off while swimming and gave them to someone on the pier. When I got done swimming, she was taking them off when it slipped off her finger and (I swear in sloooooow motion) I watched it fall between the cracks of the pier. And just like that, it was gone.
Gone. To the bottom of a murky lake.
And for those of you who don't know about Lake Bruin, no amount of diving will ever find it.
And yes, I know I shouldn't have worn it out there. Or taken them off and given them to someone.
Believe me, I have gone over it all in my head 10000000 times since Saturday afternoon.
I can't begin to imagine how that poor girl felt. She was devastated and humiliated. Luckily, I hugged her neck before she left. I wanted her to know there were no hard feelings.
As my unemotional and unsentimental husband said, "It doesn't make us any less married."
Bless him. I love that man.
But, I can't say that it hasn't affected me. It has. It has consumed my thoughts. I've replayed it over and over and over in my head. I've watched it in my brain. I can't stop thinking about what's next.
No, it doesn't mean I'm getting a divorce. HA. Some people might just think that.
The hubby and I picked out that ring together. Ok, I picked out and showed him what I wanted and knew WE could afford. Yes, we. We paid for it together. After 6.5 years with the man, I was READY to get married. All I wanted was a ring so I could have my candlelight ceremony with my sorority and plan a big party!
It was not my grandmother's ring or my mom's diamond so it held no heirloom value. It was strictly sentimental.
So yeah, I keep telling myself that it's 'just a piece of metal' and not be worried with worldly things because as my dad says "You can't take it with you." I tell myself that over and over and over.
It doesn't help. At least not yet. It's still too raw. As is this blog post.
So thanks friends, for letting me get this out. I needed to. I can't talk about it in person without crying.
So come Friday, the hubby and I will have been married for 10 years. I guess it's time for an upgrade!
On the ring, not the husband. I think I'll keep him.
This past weekend, Big Sister really wanted me to come 'play with her' in her room. She had pulled out every single thing that had Strawberry Shortcake on it for us to play with. Most of this stuff she got for Christmas. I'm just glad she's finally playing with it all.
And yes, she chose to wear that outfit after church, long sleeves and all. Bless her opinionated self.
While thinking last week about my tips, I decided I needed to start adding a disclaimer each week. So here you go.
Disclaimer: I am no expert at anything, except NOT being at expert at anything. These tips are just something that have helped me, or someone else, or could help me, or you. That's my goal. I'm not all about the telling you what to do. So take them as you will.
This weekend, our preacher started a sermon series on family and how important your church family is, as well as your biological family.
I believe that 100%. If it weren't for my church family sometimes, I would not know what to do. There have been times I've been frustrated and times I've been the happiest with them. I love them all, each and every one.
So here is today's tip. It comes from Proverbs 22, verse 6. I am sure you have heard it before. It never sank in to me until a few years ago.
Train up a child in the way they should go. And even when they are old, they will not depart from it.
If you have children, I beg of you, make church a priority for them. I am so glad my parents did. It's disappointing to see so many people headed to that dreaded place that starts with Wal and ends with Mart early on a Sunday.
I pray that my children always have a child-like faith and that they are strong in that faith, especially with my oldest starting kindergarten soon.