I’m really excited.
Tomorrow we leave, and they stay. This will be the first time leaving both the boys over night.
Concert tickets for 7:30, and the hotel in down town Sacramento, is booked.
The concert will be great, an overnight trip with my husband sounds wonderful, and the thought of sleeping in…. ahhh!
Today in church, one of our ministers, related a story about his coworker. He and his wife had accompanied their 18-year-old son to Las Vegas, where his son’s baseball team was competing in a championship game.
After the game was played the coach decided to treat the team to a dinner at a restaurant where scantily clad women preformed. This man and his wife didn’t feel that this was an appropriate place for the team to be going, but they decided to let their son make his own decision. To their dismay he got in the van to go to the restaurant with the team, as they headed back to their hotel with heavy hearts. After they had been in their hotel room for a while the man left to go on a walk. As he walked out of his room he looked down the hall and saw his son walking towards him. He said, “I thought you went to the restaurant with the team?” To which his son replied, “No, I had someone bring me back. I’m a Christian; and I need to act like one.”
I hope that someday my own boys will have the strength and faith to be the men that God desires them to be. So often I hear people talk about experiencing shame and ridicule for the sake of Christ. But sometimes I wonder if the reverse is true about me. How often does God look down at me and feel ashamed to call me His child. Do I just get in the van with everyone else, or do I stand and say, “I’m a Christian, and I’m going to act like one.” I’m not talking about preforming, or earning. I just want Him to be proud of me. I don’t think that any amount of ridicule could hurt as much as the knowledge of disappointing Him. Somehow I have to hold onto that truth, especially in the heat of the moment. How will my boys know how to stand strong if they don’t see me holding fast?
The appointment has been made
Tonight at J.C.Penny’s
The clothes have been chosen, ironed, and set out
Just thinking about it is making my head hurt
Someday, when I look at all of these professional photos,
will I be glad I suffered through stressful appointments?
Or will I say… That really wasn’t worth the years it took off my life.
Photo update: the pictures went really smoothly. Both boys were happy and did what the photographer wanted, and we got some pretty cute pictures. When you expect the worst you are mosty likely prepare for any situation, and every once in a while; you can be pleasantly suprised! Now we wait for two weeks to get them back.
It has been a busy two weeks since I posted last. A good kind of busy. The happy hum of productivity. I like January. The crisp cold weather, the dark bare branches of the orchard against the light blue sky, and I like getting tidy and organized after the business of the holidays.
I spent the last few weeks cleaning out closets and drawers, redecorating, finishing projects, and starting some fun new projects. I think the boys are enjoying spending more time at home.
A few exciting events have happened in our lives. First, we added on to our family.
There can be no doubt who this dog belongs to. Whenever he talks about Riley it’s, “I’m going to feed MY dog”, or “let’s take MY dog for a walk.”! The picture of him on the left was the very next morning after we picked Riley up. It is 7 am and he is still in his P.J’s, but he is ready to take “his dog” on a walk.
Baby Boy is walking! I realized that we don’t have any photos of him walking because we’ve been too busy tape recording him. He’s so funny when he walks, he looks like little robot baby.
Here are just a few pictures taken throughout the weeks…
It is a sad, sad day at our house. We (when I say “we” I mean, I) cut of the ends of his pacifiers off and threw them in the garbage. Horror and disbelief flashed across his face as he ran screaming into his dad’s arms. For several minutes he would have nothing to do with me, he just clung to his dad and wept. He is learning that “You’re a big boy” is code for, “you’re not going to like this”.
In the 7 years I taught preschool, I saw a lot of different parenting styles. The one that frustrated me the most were weak parents. More often than not it was the mother who fell into this pattern. They would come into my classroom wringing their hands, telling me how fed up they were, and that they didn’t know what to do. Most of the time, they knew exactly what they needed to do; they just didn’t have the strength to do it. I never had much sympathy for them… until now.
Sometimes it’s not easy to do what’s best for your child. It hasn’t been easy for me to enforce rules, to break bad habits, or to give them a needed push in the right direction. That doesn’t mean I don’t do what is needed, but I realize now how tempting it would be to just give in. I understand, that most parents don’t set out to ruin or spoil their child. It happens one small decision at a time. It’s such a delicate balance between being consistent and firm, but also realizing that they are still little and sometimes what they really need is a little extra love and attention. I thought it would be easier to discern the two.
I guess we are both feeling some growing pains!
We waited until the 28th to celebrate his birthday. Somehow we managed to squeeze twenty adults and children into our dinning room for dinner. He was totally oblivious to the fact that all of those people where there to celebrate his birthday. He was just happy to have the house full of people and excitement.
Christmas was busy, fun, messy, and busy! Just thought I’d post a few pictures from our various Christmas celebrations. We had Christmas dinner with his parents on Christmas Eve, our own little Christmas on Christmas morning and then dinner with my family that night. Big Brother thought that going to everyone’s house and opening presents was a great idea, he wanted to know who’s house we were going to next!
Christmas at our house
Christmas with my family
but it is the look of utter bliss !