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.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
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
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
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This is a most of our cloth diaper stash:)
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He really has no idea he wears different diapers, but I bet he likes the softness on his butt.
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I love all the different styles and prints we can get.
AND THEY ARE CHEAP:)
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I am sure he was wondering why we were playing with his diapers.
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Here mom did you want this one?
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The one he has on is my absolute favorite diaper of all time. I just love the red!!
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He is in deep concentration.
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All of my Rump Arounds without my spidy diaper, he ran off to play.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Disappointed
I think I expect too much or long for something that just doesn't happen in real life. I long for a church filled with friends that love me and are interested in my life. I long for a church that I can go to and never wanna leave because we are talking too much to all our wonderful friends. I long for a church where our friends call us and check in and see how life is going, especially when we are facing hard times. I long for a church where our friends would want to hand out outside of church, ask us to dinner and agree to come to our house to visit and have dinner. I long for a church filled with people that care about us.
I love my church. Well I love most things about my church. I love that it is big. I love that they preach to the unchurched. I love that my pastor uses his everyday struggles and life to express what he is trying to preach. I love that we get warm smiles and welcomes as we come in and that some of the ladies have fallen in love with Micah. I love that there is plenty of room to walk around and lots of comfy couches to sit in. I love that there is a fireplace and a private room to feed my baby, if I need. I love that many sermons are meant just for us, or just for me. I love that they don't pass the plate, instead we put our money in the boxes on the wall.
I have tried many things to get more involved and have more friends. I volunteered for about 6 months (until I was too pregnant to help anymore) serving coffee and it turned into a job where I met no one. I signed up for spiritual mentorship and I barely talk to her anymore and we never finished due to our completely different work schedules. I signed up to have a friend to walk with and she stopped answering my calls and texts after about 2 weeks. I found a Mothers Together group after I got pregnant and really got into it after I had Micah, it was great getting to know these ladies (well the little bit we were able to talk) but besides the days we met and the (what felt like forced) emails, they don't talk to me.
I feel most disappointed in Mothers Together. This year has been really rough on me because I had a baby and I had to learn how to be a mom and a wife and still be me. I also dealt with my little brother going to prison. I was completely open and honest with all the ladies and shared my struggles often, but I really never got a phone call or a surprise visit just to see how I was mantally. I feel like I was screaming for help and for love and all I got was the normal Wed worship where some take over the conversation and I fall back into the dinstance where no one can hear me. I know I can be a little hard to take sometimes, I have Micah with me all the time and now that I started working I can't go as much.
Maybe I expect too much. Maybe what I do is not enough for them and they dont want to do for me. Maybe I am meant to be friendless and deal with my problems on my own.
There was a time where I thought we were going to get divorced and somehow I ran into a ladie at church that prayed for me. I love that she did take her time to listen to me. But I feel like, I wish, she would have taken the time to send me a follow up email or call me sometime in that mess and check on me. I was 3 months pregnant and struggling with life and marriage. I could have used a friend to just check in.
I really do not know what is wrong with me that people dont or wont give me the time of day. I would love to make some awesome friends at church but I guess it just isnt meant to be. I'll keep trying and maybe one day I'll make lots of friends at church and I will LOVE going.
-Disappointed
I love my church. Well I love most things about my church. I love that it is big. I love that they preach to the unchurched. I love that my pastor uses his everyday struggles and life to express what he is trying to preach. I love that we get warm smiles and welcomes as we come in and that some of the ladies have fallen in love with Micah. I love that there is plenty of room to walk around and lots of comfy couches to sit in. I love that there is a fireplace and a private room to feed my baby, if I need. I love that many sermons are meant just for us, or just for me. I love that they don't pass the plate, instead we put our money in the boxes on the wall.
I have tried many things to get more involved and have more friends. I volunteered for about 6 months (until I was too pregnant to help anymore) serving coffee and it turned into a job where I met no one. I signed up for spiritual mentorship and I barely talk to her anymore and we never finished due to our completely different work schedules. I signed up to have a friend to walk with and she stopped answering my calls and texts after about 2 weeks. I found a Mothers Together group after I got pregnant and really got into it after I had Micah, it was great getting to know these ladies (well the little bit we were able to talk) but besides the days we met and the (what felt like forced) emails, they don't talk to me.
I feel most disappointed in Mothers Together. This year has been really rough on me because I had a baby and I had to learn how to be a mom and a wife and still be me. I also dealt with my little brother going to prison. I was completely open and honest with all the ladies and shared my struggles often, but I really never got a phone call or a surprise visit just to see how I was mantally. I feel like I was screaming for help and for love and all I got was the normal Wed worship where some take over the conversation and I fall back into the dinstance where no one can hear me. I know I can be a little hard to take sometimes, I have Micah with me all the time and now that I started working I can't go as much.
Maybe I expect too much. Maybe what I do is not enough for them and they dont want to do for me. Maybe I am meant to be friendless and deal with my problems on my own.
There was a time where I thought we were going to get divorced and somehow I ran into a ladie at church that prayed for me. I love that she did take her time to listen to me. But I feel like, I wish, she would have taken the time to send me a follow up email or call me sometime in that mess and check on me. I was 3 months pregnant and struggling with life and marriage. I could have used a friend to just check in.
I really do not know what is wrong with me that people dont or wont give me the time of day. I would love to make some awesome friends at church but I guess it just isnt meant to be. I'll keep trying and maybe one day I'll make lots of friends at church and I will LOVE going.
-Disappointed
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Elimination Diet Day Eight
Well I ate a few white chocolate chips today (hey at least I stopped at a few) and I am seriously contemplating making some coffee tonight. I figure what the heck I still have the headache, but it is not near as bad as it was Sunday. Maybe I just still need to let everything get out of my system or maybe the headaches are from something else. For now just a little slip today.
Elimination Diet Day Seven
I had a small headache most of the day but it never got real bad. The hubby made coffee and it made me want some really bad, I don't know how much longer I can stay away from the yummy stuff (especially since I still have a headache).
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Elimination Diet Day Six
I really did not have a headache for the first part of the day, but around 3 it hit me and hasn't left yet. I am so tired of these stupid headaches and wish they would just go away. I am not eating any of the food on the list and feel like 6 days is plenty to get them all out of my system.
O well maybe next week will go better. I will continue the diet and see where it leads me. Once I figure out the whole headache thing I am eating chocolate!!
O well maybe next week will go better. I will continue the diet and see where it leads me. Once I figure out the whole headache thing I am eating chocolate!!
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