Friday, October 14, 2011
Are we there yet
We've headed south. EB's version of "Are we there yet?" is "What are you doing?" or "Are we still going to the beach?" I probably answered each of those with the explanation of cotton fields 300 times. EASILY. What ever happened to sleeping the whole way to the beach?
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
It's Wednesday...
Lots of things happen on Wednesdays…. (besides practice fire drills in the drizzle)
I go to Bible study on Wednesday evenings….and the other two humans in my house go on a date. Jason started that when I started my class and it has been AWESOME. EB looks SO forward to that uninterrupted time with him.
I’ve begged people around me to tune in and they are fans. It’s the waterhole talk the next day (if not during the show via text). However, hear me on this, do NOT tune in tonight and expect to fall in love. YOU MUST START FROM THE BEGINNING. I can pretty much assure you that you will NOT be disappointed. It’s incredibly well done. If I’m being honest with you, and I am, the people, the houses, their clothes and the setting are all eye candy…. and are a close second to the twists and turns thrown at you in one little chocked full hour. 
IT’S AWESOME! 9 p.m….be there! For the record, I wear heels AND a cocktail dress on the sand too.
I go to Bible study on Wednesday evenings….and the other two humans in my house go on a date. Jason started that when I started my class and it has been AWESOME. EB looks SO forward to that uninterrupted time with him.
I’ve begged people around me to tune in and they are fans. It’s the waterhole talk the next day (if not during the show via text). However, hear me on this, do NOT tune in tonight and expect to fall in love. YOU MUST START FROM THE BEGINNING. I can pretty much assure you that you will NOT be disappointed. It’s incredibly well done. If I’m being honest with you, and I am, the people, the houses, their clothes and the setting are all eye candy…. and are a close second to the twists and turns thrown at you in one little chocked full hour. IT’S AWESOME! 9 p.m….be there! For the record, I wear heels AND a cocktail dress on the sand too.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Been there. Done that.
I caused EB great strife and suffering, but it had to be done. I got so tired of watching her fight her allergies and asthma-that-they-won't-classify-as-asthma-just-yet. So, I took her on my own accord to an allergy/asthma specialist thanks to several referrals to the same doc.
So, we went. We cried. Survived. Walked away with successful tests and a new allergy/asthma regimen. Praise the Lord!!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
The pledge
Something for me to remember- A conversation with EB:
Me: What do you think Gus does while we are at work and school? I bet he SLEEPS the day away….or maybe he colors with your crayons?!
EB: Nope. He has paws, not “fingras.”
Touché.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
The heart of the matter...
You rarely get posts with this tone from me, but I want to share where I am now as a parent of an almost three year old.
If you know us well, you know that I’m constantly plagued by EB’s sass/behavior/belligerence/stubbornness/WHATEVER. It’s funny, occasionally cute, but I’m OBSESSED with her using manners (and she’s pretty good, let me give her credit), waiting her turn to speak and not embarrassing me (which falls way down on the list simply because kids talk..you never know what they’re gonna say and if it’s embarrassing, it’s likely because it’s true. Thank you my little conscious shadow). Basically, she’s almost three and I expect her to act 7 and find myself quite impatient with her. SHE’S TWO!
Anyway, the Women’s Ministry at church started up their fall studies again and “Spiritual Parenting” jumped off the page, into my lap and tugged on my heart during our entire church service. I prayed about it, asked Jason to support me on Bible Study nights by getting home on time and I raced to sign up…….. By nature I can be a little shy, but jumped in with both feet (and prayed about my class the whole way to church because I was a NERVOUS wreck..God has a way of working things out). 
Let me preface by saying, I’m in week two. Week one, alone, left me a carnivore’s sized plate of brain meat to feast on…. I feel like the book and the class were written ALL for me. Did you know we can’t control our children’s behavior? Like, I SOLEY cannot control it, simply because I cannot control anyone but myself (see, I need a lot of help). However, by placing them on the path of the Divine, her heart and actions will be pointed toward the cross. I was pretty darn sure I could control her… in fact, I tried REALLY hard. 
HEAR ME! I did NOT say she’ll never talk back or we’ll never have explosive moments (because we did..the VERY NEXT MORNING. I yelled, she screamed louder and we ended up in war ((with a two year old. Hilarious))), but as we train her up in the way she should go (God willing) my/our actions will place her on the path of divine. Now, more than anything, that is accountability for me as her mom… it’s a challenge…it’s exciting….slightly overwhelming for my flesh. Again, a simple reminder that my flesh cannot do it. I, myself, must be in the Word. Our teacher shared a phrase that I’ve become obsessed with, “What’s down in the well comes up with the bucket.” For me that means when I’m parenting Evie-the good, the bad and the ugly- I cannot draw on my flesh alone, but I must be rooted in His word for strength, guidance and direction. At the end of the day, God’s grace is enough to cover my inability to be the “perfect parent.” 
4 Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. 6 These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. 7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. 8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates. Deuteronomy 6:4-9
If you know us well, you know that I’m constantly plagued by EB’s sass/behavior/belligerence/stubbornness/WHATEVER. It’s funny, occasionally cute, but I’m OBSESSED with her using manners (and she’s pretty good, let me give her credit), waiting her turn to speak and not embarrassing me (which falls way down on the list simply because kids talk..you never know what they’re gonna say and if it’s embarrassing, it’s likely because it’s true. Thank you my little conscious shadow). Basically, she’s almost three and I expect her to act 7 and find myself quite impatient with her. SHE’S TWO!
Anyway, the Women’s Ministry at church started up their fall studies again and “Spiritual Parenting” jumped off the page, into my lap and tugged on my heart during our entire church service. I prayed about it, asked Jason to support me on Bible Study nights by getting home on time and I raced to sign up…….. By nature I can be a little shy, but jumped in with both feet (and prayed about my class the whole way to church because I was a NERVOUS wreck..God has a way of working things out). Let me preface by saying, I’m in week two. Week one, alone, left me a carnivore’s sized plate of brain meat to feast on…. I feel like the book and the class were written ALL for me. Did you know we can’t control our children’s behavior? Like, I SOLEY cannot control it, simply because I cannot control anyone but myself (see, I need a lot of help). However, by placing them on the path of the Divine, her heart and actions will be pointed toward the cross. I was pretty darn sure I could control her… in fact, I tried REALLY hard. HEAR ME! I did NOT say she’ll never talk back or we’ll never have explosive moments (because we did..the VERY NEXT MORNING. I yelled, she screamed louder and we ended up in war ((with a two year old. Hilarious))), but as we train her up in the way she should go (God willing) my/our actions will place her on the path of divine. Now, more than anything, that is accountability for me as her mom… it’s a challenge…it’s exciting….slightly overwhelming for my flesh. Again, a simple reminder that my flesh cannot do it. I, myself, must be in the Word. Our teacher shared a phrase that I’ve become obsessed with, “What’s down in the well comes up with the bucket.” For me that means when I’m parenting Evie-the good, the bad and the ugly- I cannot draw on my flesh alone, but I must be rooted in His word for strength, guidance and direction. At the end of the day, God’s grace is enough to cover my inability to be the “perfect parent.” 4 Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. 6 These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. 7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. 8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates. Deuteronomy 6:4-9
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
How to tote an elephant
(Watch it Aubs…this is NOT a Bama post)
When quitting time rolls around we head south--QUICKLY. I work in a lovely corporate environment that would prefer me to be in a suit every day. BUT..my name is not Ann Taylor and sometimes we slide. Anyway, I do NOTHING before changing clothes…. While Gus Black stands there with his legs crossed. Do you wear heels for 10 hours a day? If so, you know what I mean.
ANYWAY, I ran into my closet to change and came around the corner to this….
1. That elephant stays UPSTAIRS in EB’s room. 2. It’s bigger than her. As in, “sometimes she rides it” kind of bigger. 3. It SOMEHOW got downstairs…..4. …Got downstairs ON MY BED that I even have to work to climb into.
The answer?
“I gwabbed dat elephlant by his tail and puuuuuulled him up onto da bed!”
Well, of course! I may adopt that mode of thinking on a daily basis.
(I’m ignoring the ‘elephant’ on this blog that I haven’t updated in like 100 days. It’s all good. We’re all good. The fall is busy)
When quitting time rolls around we head south--QUICKLY. I work in a lovely corporate environment that would prefer me to be in a suit every day. BUT..my name is not Ann Taylor and sometimes we slide. Anyway, I do NOTHING before changing clothes…. While Gus Black stands there with his legs crossed. Do you wear heels for 10 hours a day? If so, you know what I mean.
ANYWAY, I ran into my closet to change and came around the corner to this….
1. That elephant stays UPSTAIRS in EB’s room. 2. It’s bigger than her. As in, “sometimes she rides it” kind of bigger. 3. It SOMEHOW got downstairs…..4. …Got downstairs ON MY BED that I even have to work to climb into.
The answer?
“I gwabbed dat elephlant by his tail and puuuuuulled him up onto da bed!”
Well, of course! I may adopt that mode of thinking on a daily basis.
(I’m ignoring the ‘elephant’ on this blog that I haven’t updated in like 100 days. It’s all good. We’re all good. The fall is busy)
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