She Used to Be the Calm One

I do believe this picture is proof that she is no longer Little Miss Mellow. Doesn't she just look like she is thinking of trouble?!

I suppose that is why I'm finding less and less time to write on the old blog. I actually compose a fair amount of posts in my head as I chase this munchkin around the house attempting to keep her from hurting herself.

And while I sometimes (okay more than sometimes) long for a quiet moment, I still wouldn't have it any other way.

Until that next quiet moment, whenever that may be...

Love That Boy!

How could I not?

Please Pray

One day I hope to write about how, while living in Arkansas, I discovered that my back-door neighbor was an acquaintance I'd gone to high school with in Colorado. Small world, huh? A wonderful friendship was born.

However, today is not the time or place. My friend is hurting. The sad truth is that it looks like her sweet baby girl, still in her womb, may not live long after birth.

If you'd like, you can follow their story here. If you would, please pray for Carissa and her sweet family. Thank you.

Expensive Crackers Save the Day

I'm a tad addicted to cappuccinos from gas stations. Just ask my husband. I ask him to stop and get one before we are five minutes into a road trip. It drives him crazy.

However, I don't usually buy anything else from the gas station. I always wonder to myself who in the world would pay such crazy prices for grocery items. Two dollars for one sleeve of Ritz crackers?! Seriously?

Well, now I have my answer.

A mom who gets to take her three little ones with her to the eye doctor will gladly stop by the gas station for resources. She will happily pay over three dollars for a few crackers, two lollipops, and a coffee.

You just can't put a price on children who sit quietly.

There is a time and a place for bargain shopping. Realizing you have no "hush food" before a doctor appointment is NOT one of them.

Needs a Clever Caption

My sweet Jane (13 months) has no choice but to be tough when Chris (almost 3) is nearby.

A New Letter to Summer

Dear Summer,

I take it all back. I was wrong when I wrote this. It was all Fall's fault. She tricked me with her beautiful leaves and cool breezes. She teased me with fun holidays. Yet, merely days after Winter's official arrival, the holidays were over and I was left with nothing but cold, gray days.

If you come back soon, I promise the disease-free mosquitoes can have all of me that they want. I'll even try to ignore the chiggers. I'll smile at the way the humidity makes my children's hair so curly and ignore the way it makes my legs stick to everything.

Please give me another chance, dear Summer. Don't simply tease me with Daylight Saving Time. Come soon! I'll even share the ice cream!

Your Friend,

Lizz

A Lesson From My Eyeballs

Back when I wore contacts, I frequently stuck my finger in my eye and moved my contact around until it was just right. I would sigh and be able to see once more.

Oh how I'd like to do that right now. Except of course, I can't. Well, I suppose I could, but since I had eye surgery just a few days ago, I'm guessing that isn't the best idea.

Fortunately, I'm going to the doctor in just a bit for a follow-up. I'm really hoping that the bandage contacts are removed.

Meanwhile, I'm ashamed to say I've been a cranky wife and an even crankier mommy.

I keep thinking how silly it is of me to be so frustrated by something that was elective, sort of even cosmetic surgery.

It is at times like these that I realize how much I need to change to be the person God wants me to be. Progress sometimes seems so slow when it comes to bearing such fruit as patience.

However, I know that God won't give up on me. Just like my recovering vision, the process might be slower than I'd like, but I know the end result will be worth it.