Great Anticipation
I am so looking forward to this weekend. We have been invited to go to the beach with 5 other couples from church. This will be the first excursion we have had since baby #2. I actually can’t believe we have waited this long. We are just going to go out to eat, the girls are going to the spa, the guys are going to watch baskeball, play cards, we are going to eat lot of adult size snacks and most of all relax. I mean total heaven. However, it takes a lot of coordination to get someone to watch both kids. We have great help with both sets of our parents being in town. My parents are taking the kids this weekend. I can see my notes to them now… (Thankfully they both know what they are getting themselves into)
Mom and Dad,
Here are the instructions for this weekend…
Garrett eats every 2-3 hours, feed baby food in between bottle feedings
Marschall eats all the time (make sure you have an endless supply of snacks if you go out)
Try to take Marschall to the bathroom in between him throwing a tantrum of not wanting to go. If he doesn’t go, he will make a mess. He of course can’t clean it up, or I should say there is a bigger mess if he tries to clean it up.
By the way, Garrett still doesn’t sleep through the night, he will stir probably twice and you will need to feed him once and by the way he is teething terribly.
Sometimes Marschall will just appear at your face in the middle of the night just lead him back to bed he should go back to sleep until 6:15 am.
Ya’ll have fun and tell the boys we can’t wait to not be woken in the middle of the night and that mommy and daddy are so excited we both can sleep past 6:30 for the first time in about a year!
I think that is it~ we hope to see you a week from Sunday (just kidding)
Whew, again, with great anticipation we wait for Friday at 9:00am
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Noisemakers
I kind of made a vow before we had children that we would not buy any loud and obnoxious toys. There is really no need for them. Then there is reality… Marschall was about a year old or so and he loved/loves the Wiggles. Target had this cute Wiggles guitar that I thought he would have so much fun with. Forgetting my vow, he now owns that little guitar. (Flash forward 2 years later) I now have visions of throwing that guitar out on the concrete driveway and letting it smash into a million little pieces. It seems I am holding on to all the patience I have left and he finds that guitar and pushes all the buttons at once.
It's kind of funny not learning from the guitar mistake, I buy him a toy keyboard. It was only $3.00, why not? I am standing in the shower this morning and hear the keyboard (that I had hid under our bed) coming from our bedroom. He had set it on the demo button, playing it over and over again. Whew, I get exasperated just writing this. You know, come to think of it we bought him this toy electric drill that is louder than the real thing. It's now on top of our entertainment center out of view. Who creates this stuff? I just keep hiding these noisemakers and he seems to find them at just the right time. I can’t bring myself to discard of them on Friday morning trash pick-up day and I would never want to give them away and be resposible for creating havoc in someone's household. However, I am documenting this, no more noisemakers. If per chance I get the inclination to expose him to more musical instruments, I must sign him up for lessons at someone else’s house!
I kind of made a vow before we had children that we would not buy any loud and obnoxious toys. There is really no need for them. Then there is reality… Marschall was about a year old or so and he loved/loves the Wiggles. Target had this cute Wiggles guitar that I thought he would have so much fun with. Forgetting my vow, he now owns that little guitar. (Flash forward 2 years later) I now have visions of throwing that guitar out on the concrete driveway and letting it smash into a million little pieces. It seems I am holding on to all the patience I have left and he finds that guitar and pushes all the buttons at once.
It's kind of funny not learning from the guitar mistake, I buy him a toy keyboard. It was only $3.00, why not? I am standing in the shower this morning and hear the keyboard (that I had hid under our bed) coming from our bedroom. He had set it on the demo button, playing it over and over again. Whew, I get exasperated just writing this. You know, come to think of it we bought him this toy electric drill that is louder than the real thing. It's now on top of our entertainment center out of view. Who creates this stuff? I just keep hiding these noisemakers and he seems to find them at just the right time. I can’t bring myself to discard of them on Friday morning trash pick-up day and I would never want to give them away and be resposible for creating havoc in someone's household. However, I am documenting this, no more noisemakers. If per chance I get the inclination to expose him to more musical instruments, I must sign him up for lessons at someone else’s house!
Sunday, March 12, 2006
“You cannot kill time without injuring eternity.”
I always like to keep my options open, even though, I am a planner to the very core of my inner being. I do not like to be tied down to other people’s timeframes and events, unless I choose do to so. I don’t like chaos, I hate to feel overwhelmed and run ragged. I am always reluctant to say “yes” to help and to serve because I may need that time to do something else more important that needs to get done. Or worse yet, if I am honest, I really may not want to serve others because it’s not “fun” or very gratifying.
When I put this into words I see how self-serving I really am. However, I am not trying to be self-deprecating. This has just been my struggle. Now that I am juggling a family this struggle has been amplified. My family is important and my first priority. However, I know there are other outlets I can and should use my abilities to serve others.
The other end of the spectrum is not being able to say “no”. Pete would fall into this category and be the first to admit it. He loves helping and “just doing”; he would do anything for anyone at anytime. I admire him because I know it is in his genuine nature to want to help and care for people. It sure works in my favor too; he helps a lot with taking care of our boys. However, he and I both know there are downsides to always saying “yes” and in my case, tending to say “no”. If he’s not careful he enables himself to be pulled so many directions, he ends up getting run down and causes other parts of his life to be stressed. Either way, both spectrums can be detrimental.
Where is the balance? It’s hard to find that balance. How can I make the most of my time? What should I invest in and have that, somehow, coincide with what I enjoying doing? God has given us each special gifts to use here on earth. Furthermore, he has called us to serve and to care for one another.
I just don’t want to find myself at the end of this life wondering why I killed so much time waiting for something better to invest in. I am starting to push myself out of my comfort zone- saying “yes” to some things that I would have said “no” to before and yet continually searching out my motives and asking the Lord’s help with direction. It has been neat to feel how freeing it really is to serve someone else and to continue to learn what I am called to do in this season of my life.
I always like to keep my options open, even though, I am a planner to the very core of my inner being. I do not like to be tied down to other people’s timeframes and events, unless I choose do to so. I don’t like chaos, I hate to feel overwhelmed and run ragged. I am always reluctant to say “yes” to help and to serve because I may need that time to do something else more important that needs to get done. Or worse yet, if I am honest, I really may not want to serve others because it’s not “fun” or very gratifying.
When I put this into words I see how self-serving I really am. However, I am not trying to be self-deprecating. This has just been my struggle. Now that I am juggling a family this struggle has been amplified. My family is important and my first priority. However, I know there are other outlets I can and should use my abilities to serve others.
The other end of the spectrum is not being able to say “no”. Pete would fall into this category and be the first to admit it. He loves helping and “just doing”; he would do anything for anyone at anytime. I admire him because I know it is in his genuine nature to want to help and care for people. It sure works in my favor too; he helps a lot with taking care of our boys. However, he and I both know there are downsides to always saying “yes” and in my case, tending to say “no”. If he’s not careful he enables himself to be pulled so many directions, he ends up getting run down and causes other parts of his life to be stressed. Either way, both spectrums can be detrimental.
Where is the balance? It’s hard to find that balance. How can I make the most of my time? What should I invest in and have that, somehow, coincide with what I enjoying doing? God has given us each special gifts to use here on earth. Furthermore, he has called us to serve and to care for one another.
I just don’t want to find myself at the end of this life wondering why I killed so much time waiting for something better to invest in. I am starting to push myself out of my comfort zone- saying “yes” to some things that I would have said “no” to before and yet continually searching out my motives and asking the Lord’s help with direction. It has been neat to feel how freeing it really is to serve someone else and to continue to learn what I am called to do in this season of my life.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Tenth in Line
Last Friday, was my "Friends' moment"; The time when Monica, Rachel and Phoebe were standing in line for Monica's designer wedding dress and they raced in with their whistles and whoever found "The dress" were suppose to blow their whistle to alert the other girls. Well, that was my mission on Friday, except to find all size 4 summer clothes for Marschall and a few items for Garrett. I was the first one to the size 4 rack and boy did it ever get crowded! I was in and out in a matter of 25 minutes with approximately a whole season worth of clothes, yah! Even though it was way crowded, I didn't see anyone have a run in with the policeman, yes there was a policeman there to keep everyone in order. Serious shoppers, I must say!
Last Friday, was my "Friends' moment"; The time when Monica, Rachel and Phoebe were standing in line for Monica's designer wedding dress and they raced in with their whistles and whoever found "The dress" were suppose to blow their whistle to alert the other girls. Well, that was my mission on Friday, except to find all size 4 summer clothes for Marschall and a few items for Garrett. I was the first one to the size 4 rack and boy did it ever get crowded! I was in and out in a matter of 25 minutes with approximately a whole season worth of clothes, yah! Even though it was way crowded, I didn't see anyone have a run in with the policeman, yes there was a policeman there to keep everyone in order. Serious shoppers, I must say!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Bobbing for Garrett!
So, I am in the kitchen and look up and think to myself “ That’s not Marschall’s head I see bobbing up and down behind the coffee table… Oh My Gosh, that is my 5 month old, Garrett!!!!!! All I see is Garrett’s tiny head going up, down, up, down. I can’t tell you how my heart sank, I yell as I am running over to Marschall, “Be Careful”! I have learned I do over react in this area; I don't want to give Marschall the idea of being rough with Garrett as a way of getting my attention. I just want Garrett to be able to fend for himself before he and Marschall start wrestling,(at least be able to sit up). Marschall has yet to hurt Garrett and I try to watch them closely. But Garrett laughs more at Marschall than Pete and I put together. Of course, this just encourages Marschall. But I see what it can be someday once they get older. It’s going to be fun! Sure they will get hurt and fight but what buds they will be! I really do hope so.
I see now why my mom would get so mad at me when I was mean to my sister, boy was I mean. I don’t need to hear any hallelujahs from the peanut gallery, Joy. But I am sure my mom just wanted me to be nice and enjoy my built in playmate. Well, all I can do is hope for Marschall and Garrett to be able to enjoy each other! Sure it will entail some purposeful bumps and bruises along the way but what siblings don’t fight? Obviously, it makes the younger sibling stronger when they get older, my sister would be the one to clobber me now (at least that’s what I let her think)~
So, I am in the kitchen and look up and think to myself “ That’s not Marschall’s head I see bobbing up and down behind the coffee table… Oh My Gosh, that is my 5 month old, Garrett!!!!!! All I see is Garrett’s tiny head going up, down, up, down. I can’t tell you how my heart sank, I yell as I am running over to Marschall, “Be Careful”! I have learned I do over react in this area; I don't want to give Marschall the idea of being rough with Garrett as a way of getting my attention. I just want Garrett to be able to fend for himself before he and Marschall start wrestling,(at least be able to sit up). Marschall has yet to hurt Garrett and I try to watch them closely. But Garrett laughs more at Marschall than Pete and I put together. Of course, this just encourages Marschall. But I see what it can be someday once they get older. It’s going to be fun! Sure they will get hurt and fight but what buds they will be! I really do hope so.
I see now why my mom would get so mad at me when I was mean to my sister, boy was I mean. I don’t need to hear any hallelujahs from the peanut gallery, Joy. But I am sure my mom just wanted me to be nice and enjoy my built in playmate. Well, all I can do is hope for Marschall and Garrett to be able to enjoy each other! Sure it will entail some purposeful bumps and bruises along the way but what siblings don’t fight? Obviously, it makes the younger sibling stronger when they get older, my sister would be the one to clobber me now (at least that’s what I let her think)~
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