Sunday, April 8, 2012

Do you ever wonder?

Do you ever wonder how other people parent?

Do you ever wonder what a day in the life of a friend is like?

Now that I am a mommy to a wonderful, energetic, little guy, I wonder just what other mommies do all day. Do they play with their children constantly throughout the day? Do they do chores and let them play with thier toys?

Is it weird that i wonder how other households work?

I just wonder.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A poem

The story goes just like many have before


The act, the guilt, and the sound of a slamming door.

The decisions of a kid, thought to be a man

Become much greater, than just a slap on the hand.

It sends him down a path, few travel, none enjoy

How could all this happen? He still is just a boy!



All eyes are cast upon him, as he enters in the room.

The clank of chains, the look of fear, you sense the evil doom.

He sits alone, his head looks down, his hands are full of sweat

As people talk, accuse and shout, how much you will regret.

The gavel strikes, the judge speaks out, the verdict, all the blame

You should have known, you can't go home, it all is such a shame.



It's hard to hear, it's tough to see

He's a criminal to you; he's a son to me!



The pain lives on, consumes your thoughts, arrises every day

You think about him, close your eyes, and take time to pray.

His mothers tears, flow for years, washing like the rain

His fathers fears, the fading cheers, the loneliness and pain.

Memories fading, thoughts and plans, all hopes and dreams

Are captured now, behind bars, in the midst of silent dreams.



It's hard to hear, it's tough to see

He's a number to you; he's a son to me!



As God looked down, he must have frowned, at justice defined by man

He saw the blood, of His own son, heard the nail drive through His hand.

No bar's can hide, no walls can hold in, a man whose heart is free

For what He lost, upon the cross, became freedom for you and me.

He sent someone to pay the cost, to die for the lost and the weak

As I look up, the heaven's shake, I hear the voice of God speak.



It's hard to hear, it's tough to see

He's a Savior to you; he's a son to me!

All is forgiven, all is fogot

It was nailed upon a tree!



Mark Moore

Friday, March 30, 2012

Rump Arounds

This is a most of our cloth diaper stash:)


He really has no idea he wears different diapers, but I bet he likes the softness on his butt.

I love all the different styles and prints we can get.
AND THEY ARE CHEAP:) 

I am sure he was wondering why we were playing with his diapers.

Here mom did you want this one?

The one he has on is my absolute favorite diaper of all time. I just love the red!!

He is in deep concentration.




All of my Rump Arounds without my spidy diaper, he ran off to play.