Truer Words Were Never Spoken

Or printed on a t-shirt.

I'll give you one guess as to who wears this shirt.

Yup. That's right. Little Man.

And here is the proof that this shirt should belong to him.

This is Little Man attempting to squeeze between the stair posts ON THE SECOND FLOOR. And that is why you see a piece of wood fastened to the post.

Before his daddy attached the wood, Little Man was able to squeeze half his little body through the posts. Then he screamed because (thankfully) he couldn't get the rest of his torso through the posts.

Ah, the mind of a two-year-old boy is fascinating, and I must say, a bit foolish.

It's no wonder my daily prayers for this little guy focus so much on safety. And, of course, that he'd grow in wisdom.

It's Probably My Fault

I foolishly washed the kids' winter coats. I thought I could store them in bins in the basement, because, you know, it is April.

That is probably why we have a chance of snow and a high of 44 degrees predicted for Saturday.

If you live in the Midwest, I'm sorry.

Um Yeah

Yesterday, I got my sweet Little Man up out of his crib after his nap. He is my snuggle bug. It was no surprise that he buried his little head into my shoulder and...

blew snot all over it.

Then to add insult to injury, he surveyed his work.

He seemed satisfied.

Nice.

Free Music

What are the chances?

After writing about NKOTB, I discovered, via Rocks in My Dryer and Big Mama, that I could get a free CD. But, I don't mean to mislead you, the free CD is not one by NKOTB. It is a Matt Maher CD--even better.

Check it out.

http://www.mattmahermusic.com/blogformusic/

Seriously Silly

I sat down to write a more serious type of post. But, before I did, I checked my email and had one titled "NKOTB lives 4ever." (If you don't know what that means, we so would have not been friends in seventh grade.)


Here is what my dear friend said:

I had to send you this- look it up asap- it will change your life!!!!

http://music.msn.com/music/blockwatch?GT1=7702&silentchk=1&

A changed life? Not so much. A very big laugh just when I needed it--yup!


Uh oh, looks like I can't be friends with Blogger spell check. It didn't recognize NKOTB as a word? What? Seriously.

Setting the Pace

The other night my husband came home and looked around the house. He then looked up at me and told me he was proud of me.

Was it the beautifully set table with a homemade meal that made him proud?

Or, was it the immaculate house?

Or, maybe it was the happy state of the children?

No, it was none of these things.

It was the fact that the house was a mess. It looked lived-in. The funny thing is, I was proud of myself too. It meant that I had focused on all of the right things that day. I had set the right pace for my family.

It reminded me of a post I wrote and never published. I wrote it before Baby Girl was born. Maybe I knew that I'd need the reminder all the more as we adjusted to life as a family of five.

Here it is:


I used to run several different road races, usually 5Ks and the occasional 10K. I'm a bit competitive when it comes to running (well, at least I was when I actually ran). I was always looking to better my time. I always liked it when the race included pacesetters. These runners carried a sign with them telling what pace they'd be running. I usually tried to be somewhere near the seven-minute-per-mile pace, probably something I'll never see again, but I digress.

I've learned that I'm the pacesetter for my family. I've also learned that I strive for a sub-seven-minute mile while my family is more interested in hanging with the walkers. This means that my efforts to have everyone fed, dressed, and ready for the day by dawn, aren't really very appreciated.

So, I'm realizing that while there is nothing wrong with getting a head start on the day and trying stay on top of things, I need to stop and take a look and see if my family is with me. They usually aren't. I typically lose them somewhere behind a hill of laundry or an impossible to-do list. They want to stop and take in the scenery. I usually miss the scenery as my eyes are set on the goal, always the goal.

I suppose I could demand that they train harder, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they aren't the ones that are missing anything. We are blessed that our life has so few demands outside of home right now. There really is rarely a reason to be in a rush. I know the time will come when we do need to pick up the pace. I suppose it is my job to equip both myself and my family with the skills to run faster when needed, but to know that it is more than okay to stop and savor the blessings of life.

I'm slowly, very slowly, learning to find balance in this area of my life. Maybe one day I'll even find the courage to throw away my running shoes and permanently replace them with some walking shoes.

Sunday Night Lessons

I learned a couple of things tonight.

One is that it is a bad idea to leave a binky on Little Man's dresser. This is especially bad if it is in plain sight at bedtime. Despite having gone over 48 hours without a binky, he will want it and will protest loudly when I leave the room with it.

The other is that the Hollywood Movie Association isn't interested in my opinions. At least that is what the lady who called on the association's behalf thinks. She said she needed a moment to get my opinions on some movies coming out later this year. I simply told her I might not be the person to ask since I hadn't seen a movie in years.

That was a slight exaggeration. I did see one of the Bourne movies this past year. The fact that I can't tell you which one it was should clue you in to my lack of movie knowledge. I guess she was wise to hang up.

So, yes, those were the important lessons I learned tonight. Now it is time to get ready for another week, not that I do anything to get ready for another week. Well, except to hope that it doesn't start with a screwdriver melting in the toaster and having to call my neighbor to pull a tick off of me. But that is a story for another day.