Monday, November 2, 2009

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Monday, October 26, 2009

Memory Monday

Colossians 3:1-3
"If you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God."

Saturday, October 24, 2009

I've Acquired Some MORE New Skills...

Read here about the skills I acquired while pregnant.

While a lot of these are still in the making, here are a few I've added as a new Momma:
  • Whittling down the time it takes to get out the door from 20 min. to about 3
  • Diaper changes in pitch darkness
  • Sleeping on my back because it's easier to get out of bed from a deep sleep
  • Holding him in my arms just right so his arm is around my side and not crushed or twisted
  • Putting him in his car seat without bashing his head
  • Putting him in his car seat and buckling in, like, 45 seconds
  • Learning that he likes to be held facing outward so he can see stuff
  • Supplying a full course "meal" in the 2x2 foot space in the back seat of the Honda
  • Telling the difference between a pain cry, ooching cry, hungry cry, tired cry, etc. (still honing that one... not as easy as I expected)
  • Knowing where every creaky floorboard is located in our entire house
  • No more theater movies. Netflix is king.
  • Living a very full and happy life, sleep deprived
  • Realizing that Saturdays are not the Saturdays of yore
  • Trying to pray specifically and a WHOLE lot more
  • Praying that I won't pray for selfish reasons (i.e. "Please Lord, let him sleep so I can watch this dumb thing on TV")
  • Realizing HOW patience is given. Definitely not the magical osmosis way I had hoped for.
  • Realizing that this is probably the greatest and most wonderful adventure we could have ever embarked upon.


Thursday, October 22, 2009

4 Months Ago


Really? This was 4 months ago?? We're gonna be parallel parking here soon...

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Prairie People

This is me fed up. Hence the obscene amount of the following caps lock ... sorry.

Fed up with baby books, Google searches, "expert" advice, and generally everything that "worked for another baby".

There's absolutely nothing wrong with James. I have media and information COMING OUT OF MY NOSE and all it does is induce needless worry. Since I found out I was pregnant I have inundated myself with so much stinkin' information and it stops today. Just an example: me thinking he had torticollis. The thought would have never crossed my mind had I not Google searched "baby tends to look only one way". It makes me mad how easily persuaded I am.

Now we're on to sleeping habits. Sentences like, "Babies __ months old need ___ hours of sleep or THEY'LL DIE" literally haunt me at night ... while James is sound asleep in his crib. I've read Ezzo, Ferber (yuck), Sears, Pantley, Weissbluth (like him) and all of them have the magic method, apparently. At that point I begin to feel my brain fizzle. And then I think of the Prairie People.

Ahh, the Prairie People.


Our pioneer women and men who raised their babies with, What?! No BabyCenter.com?? No Milestone Trackers to make sure their little one was NORMAL?? Sure, they had a much higher infant mortality rate, but just go with me on this. I'm so thankful for scientists and research in child development, I really am (it's sort of my job). But right now, FOR MY SANITY, I have to put that on the back burner. I don't think any of these things are bad, just bad for me right now. Everything is just too darn conflicting.

For now, I'm plenty happy with my family, the few professionals that I know, our doctor, my husband, and prayer for Godly wisdom.

For now, I'm just going to take a deep breath and be James' momma.

Monday, October 19, 2009

3 Chapters

Instead of doing 3 different posts, I thought I'd just break this one into chapters in order of importance.

Chapter the First: My New Thing


Jim and I found this neat little planter at the thrift store. He hung it above one of my favorite places, our kitchen sink.

Chapter the Second: Playing Hard



I love my bright-eyed boy.

Chapter the Third: Tears on a Sunday

Yesterday was our Family Dedication at church. I cried, Jim was solemn, and James shot his paci out of his mouth 8 feet across the platform.