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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Perspective
I LOVE Emory's laugh. I think it's one of the things I live for these days. Sadly, I didn't get one good laugh out of him all day. Until our bedtime prayers...
Currently...
- I have a teething child that refuses to stop screaming and crying. I haven't heard anything other than his screams for almost 48 hours now. TELL ME HOW TO FIX HIS PROBLEM!
- Laundry that is piling up faster than I can think thanks to said child also spitting up NON-STOP! Suggestions on formula because I'm losing it. NOTHING lasts longer than 5 minutes as far as wardrobes go.
- I have a car seat that requires reassembling because Emory filled it up with spit up.
- Dishes that need to be done.
- Dinner that needs to be cooked.
- I start a new job tomorrow (NOT prepared), but I tutor before teaching at the new job (again NOT prepared).
- I can't get our bank saga fixed, so we can't use our debit cards. (Our bank had select accounts that were debited their deposits instead of credited for them. So our account is in the negative BY HUNDREDS at the moment. It was suppose be fixed by 5 PM today, but alas it is not.)
- I feed like crap thanks to infected lymph nodes that manifest their symptoms much like a cold/flu. I don't know if the medication is impacting Emory, but I don't think that's his problem.
- I am two seconds from curling up in the fetal position and crying because my husband won't be home to help until almost 2 AM. I'm so far beyond overwhelmed that I can't move.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Project 31: Day 24
Day 24:What is Jesus teaching you presently?
TRUST! You see, I have an issue with trust. I don't trust anyone. Ever. It's sad, but true. I always expect the worst out of a person. I suppose, in a way, that it's a defense mechanism. If you always expect to be disappointed or let down then a person can't truly hurt you. Makes perfect sense (or at least it does to me)!
Lately, I'm learning that the key to a relationship with Christ is trust. I THINK that I know what's best for my life, but He KNOWS with utter certainty what I need. Sometimes I may need to experience pain to see the light on the other side.
I know last week I had my meltdown over Emory's lack of development, but at the end of the day I looked at how far God has brought our family. From infertility, through years on drugs, through a horrible pregnancy, and into this blessed thing called parenthood. If He can do all that then surely gaining a few pounds is the least of my worries. So I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and started feeding that baby. Maybe it's not what I want to feed him, but I'm sure there is a lesson behind all of this. I just have to TRUST!
What are you learning in your walk with Christ?
TRUST! You see, I have an issue with trust. I don't trust anyone. Ever. It's sad, but true. I always expect the worst out of a person. I suppose, in a way, that it's a defense mechanism. If you always expect to be disappointed or let down then a person can't truly hurt you. Makes perfect sense (or at least it does to me)!
Lately, I'm learning that the key to a relationship with Christ is trust. I THINK that I know what's best for my life, but He KNOWS with utter certainty what I need. Sometimes I may need to experience pain to see the light on the other side.
I know last week I had my meltdown over Emory's lack of development, but at the end of the day I looked at how far God has brought our family. From infertility, through years on drugs, through a horrible pregnancy, and into this blessed thing called parenthood. If He can do all that then surely gaining a few pounds is the least of my worries. So I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and started feeding that baby. Maybe it's not what I want to feed him, but I'm sure there is a lesson behind all of this. I just have to TRUST!
What are you learning in your walk with Christ?
Project 31: Day 23
For Day 23, I am suppose to write about my strengths/weaknesses. To spare you what could potentially turn into a book on my personal imperfections, I'll list the top five of each.
Strengths
Strengths
- Intelligent/Witty
- Caring
- Devoted
- Honest
- Meticulous
- Pessimistic
- I like to control situations in my life (ask God, He's sick of me taking the reins back from Him all the time).
- Easily annoyed by minutia
- OCD (Yes, it can be good and bad.)
- Too independent
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Project 31: Day 22
Day 22. What are some needs that need to be met in your community? Blog about how to extend your hand to those who need you.
I'm really excited about this prompt. Some of you know that a few months ago I reached out to many friends in the area. I've felt the Lord tugging at my heart for a while about starting a Bible study. I have to say that it was quite a leap. It's intimidating putting yourself out there like that. I was shocked at how many people jumped at the opportunity to join the study...and bring friends. We have so much fun meeting.
Aside from the obvious purpose of the Bible study, I really felt compelled to make the group about giving back as well. We all know that the economy is bad, but I think everyone sacrificing a little can add up to a BIG difference. I didn't want it to be all about organizations I wanted to support. I think people have different passions for a reason. Therefore, at each meeting a different individual is responsible for coming up with our outreach project.
Our first meeting I chose to suggest Christmas cards for kids awaiting sponsorship through Compassion International. At our second meeting another one of our ladies (you can check out her blog here) wanted our group to donate needed items to Matthews HELP Center. It was great. All of us brought 5 or more items. Do the math! I'm still waiting to find out about our next project, but we're also due to help Turning Point in November. This is one of my favorite aspects of our new Bible study.
Also, I just have to throw this in, I picked up the labels today for Operation Christmas Child. This is something I want to do with Emory every single year. He might not understand it this year or in the coming few, but I want him to grow up knowing that despite our inability to give him everything he WANTS, we give him everything he NEEDS and so much more.
How are you helping those around you?
I'm really excited about this prompt. Some of you know that a few months ago I reached out to many friends in the area. I've felt the Lord tugging at my heart for a while about starting a Bible study. I have to say that it was quite a leap. It's intimidating putting yourself out there like that. I was shocked at how many people jumped at the opportunity to join the study...and bring friends. We have so much fun meeting.
Aside from the obvious purpose of the Bible study, I really felt compelled to make the group about giving back as well. We all know that the economy is bad, but I think everyone sacrificing a little can add up to a BIG difference. I didn't want it to be all about organizations I wanted to support. I think people have different passions for a reason. Therefore, at each meeting a different individual is responsible for coming up with our outreach project.
Our first meeting I chose to suggest Christmas cards for kids awaiting sponsorship through Compassion International. At our second meeting another one of our ladies (you can check out her blog here) wanted our group to donate needed items to Matthews HELP Center. It was great. All of us brought 5 or more items. Do the math! I'm still waiting to find out about our next project, but we're also due to help Turning Point in November. This is one of my favorite aspects of our new Bible study.
Also, I just have to throw this in, I picked up the labels today for Operation Christmas Child. This is something I want to do with Emory every single year. He might not understand it this year or in the coming few, but I want him to grow up knowing that despite our inability to give him everything he WANTS, we give him everything he NEEDS and so much more.
How are you helping those around you?
Project 31: Day 21
Day 21: Write a letter to your husband to encourage him.
Sweet P,
You have changed my life in so many ways. I know we laugh about most everything, but in all sincerity you are my rock. You are the person I lean on when everything else is crumbling around me. Something about your silent steadfast spirit sends waves of comfort over my soul.
You are your son's best friend. He adores you (and the gray patch). I feel so blessed to watch the two of you interact. I love seeing the way he looks at you.
I know you try to be the man God wants you to be for both Emory and myself. I realize this is a journey both of us have to take together. I hope to be the "ezer" in your life that God created me to be. I can't wait to watch you grow and lead our little family. I love you...more than you love Clemson.
Forever yours,
Me
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| We get along swimmingly. Can't you tell? |
Sweet P,
You have changed my life in so many ways. I know we laugh about most everything, but in all sincerity you are my rock. You are the person I lean on when everything else is crumbling around me. Something about your silent steadfast spirit sends waves of comfort over my soul.
You are your son's best friend. He adores you (and the gray patch). I feel so blessed to watch the two of you interact. I love seeing the way he looks at you.
I know you try to be the man God wants you to be for both Emory and myself. I realize this is a journey both of us have to take together. I hope to be the "ezer" in your life that God created me to be. I can't wait to watch you grow and lead our little family. I love you...more than you love Clemson.
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| I know you feel the same way. ;-) |
Forever yours,
Me
Friday, October 21, 2011
A Day of Firsts
I officially have my first teaching job. Lucky for me, it's part-time. I'm SO excited about this position. I have wanted to teach for a while, but I am not willing to leave Emory all day, every day. I saw the posting for this position and I LOVE the school, so I decided to go for it. One week later, 2 interviews, and a confirmation phone call later and it's all mine!!! I get to teach one class and work with the EC department the rest of the time. (If you are keeping tabs, I have four "jobs" now and I think I'm getting addicted to this whole tutoring/teaching deal. I don't feel like any of my "jobs" are really jobs.)
Now, during the confirmation phone call today Emory had a first. He rolled off the couch! ...and the Most Horrible Mother of the Year Award goes to this chick right here. This week has been a rough one for poor Em and now he went and rolled off the couch. I decided to make him a bubble wrap outfit. The fall wasn't super high and didn't seem to phase him, but boy do I feel like a uber-bad mom! I had him all trapped with pillows and everything. Lesson learned folks! Do not leave this child for one second. What happened to those sleeping 20 hours days?
Now, during the confirmation phone call today Emory had a first. He rolled off the couch! ...and the Most Horrible Mother of the Year Award goes to this chick right here. This week has been a rough one for poor Em and now he went and rolled off the couch. I decided to make him a bubble wrap outfit. The fall wasn't super high and didn't seem to phase him, but boy do I feel like a uber-bad mom! I had him all trapped with pillows and everything. Lesson learned folks! Do not leave this child for one second. What happened to those sleeping 20 hours days?
Six Month Milestone
This past Sunday our Little Emory passed that 6 month milestone. It hit me like a ton of bricks: THEY GROW UP SO QUICKLY! We are so in love with this little guy. He has gotten quite a personality as of late.
He had his check-up at the doctor on Monday. We got a few shots. He's 27.75 inches long and 14 pounds 12 ounces. Now compare that to his 4 month stats ( 26.75 inches and 14 pounds 11 ounces) and something is askew. The doctor was none too pleased with his weight gain (or lack thereof). He sent us to another office to make sure their scale wasn't broken. Indeed, it was not. Sad.
We have been given one month to put some weight on our sweet buddy. He has been eating baby food for 2 months now, so Mama and Emory hit up the organic baby food section hunting down some meat. It smells and looks horrible, but Emory takes it like a champ. His favorite (by far) is banana yogurt though. The doctor said to give him as many calories as he'll take, so we're doing just that. Hopefully, we will go back in a month and he'll have little chub rolls everywhere! :-)
Emory is all about laughing and talking lately. The best feeling in the world is when I've been talking to him and out of the blue he starts cackling with that fabulous laugh of his. He squeals at his giraffe. We get to hear his morning conversations over the monitor. I always thought that when I was trying to sleep and some kid interrupted that with their morning nonsense that I'd be mad because I am NOT a morning person. Phillip and I often times just lie in bed and laugh at him. Emory's best friend will definitely be Mason. He lights up when Mason comes into a room. He likes Gracie, but his is giddy over Mason's presence. He LOVES faces, but only particular features of people:
Squishy - her eyes
Pop - his nose and ears
Nana - her glasses
Mama - her mouth
Daddy (THIS CRACKS ME UP) - the gray triangle!!! LOVE IT!
Check out this bundle of adorable goodness...
He had his check-up at the doctor on Monday. We got a few shots. He's 27.75 inches long and 14 pounds 12 ounces. Now compare that to his 4 month stats ( 26.75 inches and 14 pounds 11 ounces) and something is askew. The doctor was none too pleased with his weight gain (or lack thereof). He sent us to another office to make sure their scale wasn't broken. Indeed, it was not. Sad.
We have been given one month to put some weight on our sweet buddy. He has been eating baby food for 2 months now, so Mama and Emory hit up the organic baby food section hunting down some meat. It smells and looks horrible, but Emory takes it like a champ. His favorite (by far) is banana yogurt though. The doctor said to give him as many calories as he'll take, so we're doing just that. Hopefully, we will go back in a month and he'll have little chub rolls everywhere! :-)
Emory is all about laughing and talking lately. The best feeling in the world is when I've been talking to him and out of the blue he starts cackling with that fabulous laugh of his. He squeals at his giraffe. We get to hear his morning conversations over the monitor. I always thought that when I was trying to sleep and some kid interrupted that with their morning nonsense that I'd be mad because I am NOT a morning person. Phillip and I often times just lie in bed and laugh at him. Emory's best friend will definitely be Mason. He lights up when Mason comes into a room. He likes Gracie, but his is giddy over Mason's presence. He LOVES faces, but only particular features of people:
Squishy - her eyes
Pop - his nose and ears
Nana - her glasses
Mama - her mouth
Daddy (THIS CRACKS ME UP) - the gray triangle!!! LOVE IT!
Check out this bundle of adorable goodness...
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| This is his "I'm talking to you!" face. |
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| Everything belongs in the mouth. EVERYTHING. |
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| He was definitely looking at Mason. Never fails, the dog always makes him happy. |
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| Emory requires no toys...only toes. |
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| Sweet baby boy! |
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Project 31: Day 19 & 20
Day 19: Write about your favorite comfort food.
Y'all! I am Southern to the T on this one. I can't make my own favorite meal though, but that probably bodes well for the waistline. I don't necessarily have a comfort food, but I def have a favorite "auto-pick-me-up" kind of meal. Drum roll please...
Chicken 'n Dumplings and Lima Beans
I can't make a good tasting batch of this to save my life (this was my last and final attempt). Oh my goodness, they are heaven though! Love love love!
Day 20: Write about your job and why you love it or hate it.
I don't know that I have one particular "job" so to speak. I consider my primary responsibilities to be Emory's caregiver and Phillip's companion. I also work as a contracted tutor. Lastly, I work managing the books for my parents' business.
It sounds like a lot, but total all of the paying jobs only equate to about 10+ hours outside of the home each week. Emory goes with me to the florist, so that doesn't really count at all. Tutoring is more of a blessing for me than a gain for my students. I don't tutor wealthy kids. I work through two different programs, but I love seeing the potential in some of these little ones!
I LOVE my job as Emory's mama! I get to give him kisses all day. I get to watch him discover his own voice, his own feet, and his own hands. I get to see him converse with his giraffe. I don't miss these things by being away from him. It's SO rewarding to know that he's being cared for by the couple that loves him the most!
As per being Phillip's companion, that's not a shabby position either. I love that we get to spend time together in the mornings. I wish we could have dinner tonight in the evenings, but you make it work when you have to. We get to laugh and hang out while the rest of you people head to work! It's ok to be jealous. :-)
I feel like I have jobs every where, but each of the hats I get to wear serves a special purpose in my life. God has blessed me richly in these areas. I can't wait to see what else is in store!
Y'all! I am Southern to the T on this one. I can't make my own favorite meal though, but that probably bodes well for the waistline. I don't necessarily have a comfort food, but I def have a favorite "auto-pick-me-up" kind of meal. Drum roll please...
Chicken 'n Dumplings and Lima Beans
I can't make a good tasting batch of this to save my life (this was my last and final attempt). Oh my goodness, they are heaven though! Love love love!
Day 20: Write about your job and why you love it or hate it.
I don't know that I have one particular "job" so to speak. I consider my primary responsibilities to be Emory's caregiver and Phillip's companion. I also work as a contracted tutor. Lastly, I work managing the books for my parents' business.
It sounds like a lot, but total all of the paying jobs only equate to about 10+ hours outside of the home each week. Emory goes with me to the florist, so that doesn't really count at all. Tutoring is more of a blessing for me than a gain for my students. I don't tutor wealthy kids. I work through two different programs, but I love seeing the potential in some of these little ones!
I LOVE my job as Emory's mama! I get to give him kisses all day. I get to watch him discover his own voice, his own feet, and his own hands. I get to see him converse with his giraffe. I don't miss these things by being away from him. It's SO rewarding to know that he's being cared for by the couple that loves him the most!
As per being Phillip's companion, that's not a shabby position either. I love that we get to spend time together in the mornings. I wish we could have dinner tonight in the evenings, but you make it work when you have to. We get to laugh and hang out while the rest of you people head to work! It's ok to be jealous. :-)
I feel like I have jobs every where, but each of the hats I get to wear serves a special purpose in my life. God has blessed me richly in these areas. I can't wait to see what else is in store!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Project 31: Day 18
I'm getting very sophisticated on you folks for this one. The challenge for Day 18 is to describe my personality. I think maybe I've been around Emory too long because the first thing that popped into my mind was an acrostic poem! Remember those from back in the day?!
K - Kind to those in need.
R - Reader from the start (I adored Amelia Bedelia) .
I - Intelligent and curious.
S - Sarcastic as can be.
T - Tenacious, of course!
I - Impeccably good taste in picking a husband (and raising a son).
N - Nonsensical, completely nonsensical (just like Elizabeth Bennett...LOVE Jane Austen!)
Kristin, perfectly imperfect in every possible way!
K - Kind to those in need.
R - Reader from the start (I adored Amelia Bedelia) .
I - Intelligent and curious.
S - Sarcastic as can be.
T - Tenacious, of course!
I - Impeccably good taste in picking a husband (and raising a son).
N - Nonsensical, completely nonsensical (just like Elizabeth Bennett...LOVE Jane Austen!)
Kristin, perfectly imperfect in every possible way!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Project 31: Day 17
Today I am going to have to play catch up. Yesterday was NOT a good day folks. One of the "oh my heavens, I'm a failure as a mother" kind of days. I'll write about that when I'm a little more stable emotionally...and that is not today.
Day 17: Write about 3 things that make you happy. I like this.
Day 17: Write about 3 things that make you happy. I like this.
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| This fella! Happy doesn't even describe the way he makes me feel. LOVE that sweet face. |
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| I realize this is pathetic, but I LOVE my bed. Sad, but true. It could be because I never see it anymore, but I love it nonetheless. My heart does a little flip every time I pull the covers over my head. :-) |
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| I know some of you hate this stuff, but snow sends me over the moon with delight. I love it. I'm SO heartbroken when those weather people predict it and we get some ridiculously small covering. I LOVE snow! It doesn't hurt when that handsome man on the left (not the horse) is there to enjoy it with me. |
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Project 31: Day 15 & 16
The challenge for Day 15 is to write to encourage a friend and for Day 16 is to tell a young girl in your life what beauty means. I have two sisters, one of which is about to get herself hitched and the other is still finding her way in this world. I figured since I consider my sisters friends and they will always be little girls to me, I'd kill two birds with one stone. :-) I think this message is more pertinent to the "finding her way" sister, but both of you can appreciate it.
Babygirl,
I hope you never forget that you were born 100% perfect, just the way you are. Never try to fit someone else's idea of who or what you should be. Life is about dancing to your own music. Learn to enjoy the little moments.
You have the best sense of humor I've ever encountered. You have no idea how valuable you are to everyone that truly matters in your life. Once you find your purpose, all the other pieces will fall into place.
You are beautiful inside and out. Not because you wear the right clothes, or dye your hair the right color, or have a great guy. You are beautiful because of your spirit. Your zest for the good in life is fantastic. I love watching you talk to Emory. Your conversations with him crack me up. Emory has a awesome family!
We love you and hope you learn to love yourself too! You have so much to offer the world. Harness your potential and cultivate it!
Always,
Me
Babygirl,
I hope you never forget that you were born 100% perfect, just the way you are. Never try to fit someone else's idea of who or what you should be. Life is about dancing to your own music. Learn to enjoy the little moments.
You have the best sense of humor I've ever encountered. You have no idea how valuable you are to everyone that truly matters in your life. Once you find your purpose, all the other pieces will fall into place.
You are beautiful inside and out. Not because you wear the right clothes, or dye your hair the right color, or have a great guy. You are beautiful because of your spirit. Your zest for the good in life is fantastic. I love watching you talk to Emory. Your conversations with him crack me up. Emory has a awesome family!
We love you and hope you learn to love yourself too! You have so much to offer the world. Harness your potential and cultivate it!
Always,
Me
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Project 31: Day 13
I can't seem to keep up. Technically I should be writing Day 15's post. First for 13 though!
What would you like to change about yourself for the better?
~Worry less! This is a huge struggle for me. If I got paid for stressing, well I'd buy Oprah's network from her. I KNOW that I am suppose to pray and place things at the Lord's feet. I do. Then I turn around and pick them right back up. Oh ME of little faith! I've always been fairly self-sufficient, which is great in life but horrible for your walk with God.
~Give more! I need to give more time to my child, more love to my husband, and more kindness to the world around me. Kinda generic, but it's true.
~Live with abandon! This is a new goal of mine. I'm trying to shake off the expectations and opinions of others and live my life the way I see fit. I only need to worry about pleasing God. It's liberating. Scary, but liberating!
What would you like to change about yourself for the better?
~Worry less! This is a huge struggle for me. If I got paid for stressing, well I'd buy Oprah's network from her. I KNOW that I am suppose to pray and place things at the Lord's feet. I do. Then I turn around and pick them right back up. Oh ME of little faith! I've always been fairly self-sufficient, which is great in life but horrible for your walk with God.
~Give more! I need to give more time to my child, more love to my husband, and more kindness to the world around me. Kinda generic, but it's true.
~Live with abandon! This is a new goal of mine. I'm trying to shake off the expectations and opinions of others and live my life the way I see fit. I only need to worry about pleasing God. It's liberating. Scary, but liberating!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Project 31: Day 12
I am not sure I should be allowed to write this post today. This week has been one trying week. I feel like I'm digging my feet in and praying for everything to stop falling around me (I've got a flare for the dramatic).
Today's prompt is to write about what wears me out as a woman.
I can deal with physical fatigue. I'm a champ. I can rally around those sleepless nights and keep my productivity levels sky high. I can do all the menial tasks that befall a housewife. I can even tolerate some lengthy days with a teething baby.
I can't deal with rejection. I'm not talking about a job rejection. I'm not talking about a door slammed in your face when you're trying to sell the latest vacuum cleaner system. I'm talking about personal rejection. I find myself trying to determine whether people will like me based on what I say or do.
Lately, I've determined that I just don't care. Maybe it's exhaustion. Maybe it's indifference. Maybe it's maturing past this superficial phase in life. Whatever the case, I'm sorry, but now there are more important aspects of my life.
Here's an example: I started to put a Bible verse up today on facebook. No big deal right? I actually found myself second guessing whether I should do that because I may upset people that don't share my beliefs. Everyone wants to be like don't they? I have friends and family members that are so far from my belief system that we may as well be night and day. I decided I don't care. I'm not rude to them. They don't have to believe what I do (although, I will say that my God is an awesome God).
So why do I care about people that seldom interact with me? Rejection is personal. On any level it feels like a sucker punch to the gut. Maybe this is universal, but I feel like women worry about this more. Men aren't emotional creatures. We are. I find myself vested in people (despite their lack of presence or impact in my life).
I started a Bible study this month. I've had this nagging feeling for a while. I contacted a bunch of ladies that I knew in the area. Some I had not spoken to in years. I didn't care. I felt a calling. Guess what? I had some "no thank yous". I had some "maybes". However, I had a lot of "YES you have no idea how much I needed this" as well. The group of ladies that meet in my home every other Thursday are awesome! Rejection, for once, didn't win.
I'm tired of carrying that burden around with me. I promise to like you for whatever you are and whatever you believe. I hope you feel the same towards me. If not, that's ok. I'm from the South, I know how to kill with kindness. ;-)
Today's prompt is to write about what wears me out as a woman.
I can deal with physical fatigue. I'm a champ. I can rally around those sleepless nights and keep my productivity levels sky high. I can do all the menial tasks that befall a housewife. I can even tolerate some lengthy days with a teething baby.
I can't deal with rejection. I'm not talking about a job rejection. I'm not talking about a door slammed in your face when you're trying to sell the latest vacuum cleaner system. I'm talking about personal rejection. I find myself trying to determine whether people will like me based on what I say or do.
Lately, I've determined that I just don't care. Maybe it's exhaustion. Maybe it's indifference. Maybe it's maturing past this superficial phase in life. Whatever the case, I'm sorry, but now there are more important aspects of my life.
Here's an example: I started to put a Bible verse up today on facebook. No big deal right? I actually found myself second guessing whether I should do that because I may upset people that don't share my beliefs. Everyone wants to be like don't they? I have friends and family members that are so far from my belief system that we may as well be night and day. I decided I don't care. I'm not rude to them. They don't have to believe what I do (although, I will say that my God is an awesome God).
So why do I care about people that seldom interact with me? Rejection is personal. On any level it feels like a sucker punch to the gut. Maybe this is universal, but I feel like women worry about this more. Men aren't emotional creatures. We are. I find myself vested in people (despite their lack of presence or impact in my life).
I started a Bible study this month. I've had this nagging feeling for a while. I contacted a bunch of ladies that I knew in the area. Some I had not spoken to in years. I didn't care. I felt a calling. Guess what? I had some "no thank yous". I had some "maybes". However, I had a lot of "YES you have no idea how much I needed this" as well. The group of ladies that meet in my home every other Thursday are awesome! Rejection, for once, didn't win.
I'm tired of carrying that burden around with me. I promise to like you for whatever you are and whatever you believe. I hope you feel the same towards me. If not, that's ok. I'm from the South, I know how to kill with kindness. ;-)
Project 31: Day 11 (A Little Late)
Y'all know I love some cold weather. My taste buds, however, love Spring. We believe in some fruit in the Harris household. Fresh fruit is ALWAYS within arm's reach. Lately, I've been a little sad because strawberries are officially OUT. :-( I try to buy from local farmers and produce stands, so they have none of these delightful little treasures at my usual stops until Spring rolls back around.
Day 11 is a day for dishes! I'm suppose to post one of my favorite recipes with a picture. I didn't get to make this scrumptious dish this past year, what with having a baby and surgery it just completely slipped my mind! However, do this! Save it for next year. ONLY MAKE IT ONCE A YEAR! That's my warning. You will be the size of a house if you make it regularly. Want to know why?
It's Paula Deen's Strawberry Delight, and good heavens it is slap your mama AMAZING! You can find the super easy recipe here. Take my word on this. I've been making it for years and it's always a hit. The recipe calls for frozen sweetened strawberries, but we don't do those in our house. Buy fresh! If you must add a little bit of sugar and let them sit for a few hours in the fridge, but most of the time if they are fresh they are sweet enough. Plus the rest of the recipe is rich enough to compensate for any lack of sweetener on your strawberries.
Let me know what you think about this little concoction! I can't take credit. That Paula, she sure does know how to make things taste great (even if it does have half a day's worth of calories in it).
Day 11 is a day for dishes! I'm suppose to post one of my favorite recipes with a picture. I didn't get to make this scrumptious dish this past year, what with having a baby and surgery it just completely slipped my mind! However, do this! Save it for next year. ONLY MAKE IT ONCE A YEAR! That's my warning. You will be the size of a house if you make it regularly. Want to know why?
It's Paula Deen's Strawberry Delight, and good heavens it is slap your mama AMAZING! You can find the super easy recipe here. Take my word on this. I've been making it for years and it's always a hit. The recipe calls for frozen sweetened strawberries, but we don't do those in our house. Buy fresh! If you must add a little bit of sugar and let them sit for a few hours in the fridge, but most of the time if they are fresh they are sweet enough. Plus the rest of the recipe is rich enough to compensate for any lack of sweetener on your strawberries.
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| I totally did not take this picture (it's from this blog), but this is essentially what the dessert looks like upon completion. |
Candy
I know, I know. I missed yesterday's Project 31 post. I'll get that up later tonight. I had to share this first though.
As some of you know, I have been tutoring a foster child lately. This student lives in a group home, attends a day facility (instead of school), and is reading on the first grade level at best and he is 12 years old. He wants to do better in school and is so respectful during my time with him.
Last week I left him with a list of spelling words. This week I brought him a mini quiz on those words. I told him that if he got at least a 80 on the quiz, he would get a prize. The kid did AMAZING. Made a 100! So I asked him to tell me his favorite kind of candy.
Student: I don't know.
Me: What do you mean? It's candy! You have to like something better than all the others.
Student: No, I really don't have any idea.
Something hit me in that moment, a realization I suppose. I felt so stupid. He lives in a group home. He doesn't even attend a normal school. He probably never sees candy. His life isn't full of love and positive-reinforcement. His life is about making sure he gets processed through the system.
Broke my heart!
We spent the rest of our time reading One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish. I wish I had a camera when I broke out that book. He recognized it! He struggled through 30 minutes of reading aloud to me, but he told me that he loved the book. I wanted to cry. I read it to Emory all the time. Emory might not have his life laid out on a silver platter for him, but he has a mama that reads to him and a daddy that will play football with him. My student has no one specifically devoted to him.
Our session ended and I gave him the bag of M&Ms and the pack Starburst. He made a 100. He deserved it. He looked at me, looked at the candy, acted like he wanted to hug me (but I'm not sure that we're allowed to do that), he just smiled from ear to ear and said "Thank you!!!" and ran off.
This week has quite literally been filled with one disappointment after another, but today put it all in perspective. God is SO good!
As some of you know, I have been tutoring a foster child lately. This student lives in a group home, attends a day facility (instead of school), and is reading on the first grade level at best and he is 12 years old. He wants to do better in school and is so respectful during my time with him.
Last week I left him with a list of spelling words. This week I brought him a mini quiz on those words. I told him that if he got at least a 80 on the quiz, he would get a prize. The kid did AMAZING. Made a 100! So I asked him to tell me his favorite kind of candy.
Student: I don't know.
Me: What do you mean? It's candy! You have to like something better than all the others.
Student: No, I really don't have any idea.
Something hit me in that moment, a realization I suppose. I felt so stupid. He lives in a group home. He doesn't even attend a normal school. He probably never sees candy. His life isn't full of love and positive-reinforcement. His life is about making sure he gets processed through the system.
Broke my heart!
We spent the rest of our time reading One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish. I wish I had a camera when I broke out that book. He recognized it! He struggled through 30 minutes of reading aloud to me, but he told me that he loved the book. I wanted to cry. I read it to Emory all the time. Emory might not have his life laid out on a silver platter for him, but he has a mama that reads to him and a daddy that will play football with him. My student has no one specifically devoted to him.
This week has quite literally been filled with one disappointment after another, but today put it all in perspective. God is SO good!
Monday, October 10, 2011
Bain of My Existence Bringing Laughter
So Phillip LOVES some Trident gum. Seriously, the boy goes through 2 or 3 packs a week. Now I am happy he will chew a gum that also helps clean your teeth, but he has a big problem with throwing the wrappers in the trash.
This isn't a new phenomena. It's been going on for years. Lately though, I've learned that the small things bug me more than usual. So I've been asking him to put them in the trash A LOT.
However, it seems that the more I beg for them to be placed in the trash where they belong the more often I find them elsewhere. Seriously, I've found them in the garage, on the counter, IN MY FLOWER BED (explain that to me). Most often though they are in the laundry, especially the dark loads.
The other day I found one when folding the clothes. Phillip happened to be on the couch, so I nicely walked over, held up my find, and PROCEEDED TO STICK IT UP HIS NOSE. That's right. We both laughed SO hard. I stepped back, folded my arms, and asked him if I had made my point yet. He said yes, but then we realized the gum wrapper was STUCK IN HIS NOSE! It took a few minutes, but he got it out.
I found a wrapper in tonight's load. Guess my point wasn't made. However now instead of getting frustrated when I see a wrapper freshly out of the wash, I laugh because I just imagine Phillip's face and his efforts to retrieve the previous wrapper from his nostril.
This isn't a new phenomena. It's been going on for years. Lately though, I've learned that the small things bug me more than usual. So I've been asking him to put them in the trash A LOT.
However, it seems that the more I beg for them to be placed in the trash where they belong the more often I find them elsewhere. Seriously, I've found them in the garage, on the counter, IN MY FLOWER BED (explain that to me). Most often though they are in the laundry, especially the dark loads.
The other day I found one when folding the clothes. Phillip happened to be on the couch, so I nicely walked over, held up my find, and PROCEEDED TO STICK IT UP HIS NOSE. That's right. We both laughed SO hard. I stepped back, folded my arms, and asked him if I had made my point yet. He said yes, but then we realized the gum wrapper was STUCK IN HIS NOSE! It took a few minutes, but he got it out.
Project 31: Day 10
What is Jesus teaching you as a wife, mom, or friend (or just a woman in general)?
As a Wife - I would be lying if I said that I didn't think about fibbing a little on this one. I think everyone likes to portray their marriages as "perfect," but let's be honest it's two people working together to make a family. There are bound to be moments of strife.
Having a baby changes everything. I don't think I can say that enough. I don't mean this in a bad way, but Phillip went from being my top priority to somewhere on my top five after Emory, housewife duties, washing spit up off me, etc. Want to know where skewed priorities send a marriage? Onto the roller coaster of disconnectedness. That's largely why we started Project 52.
I would find myself getting so frustrated with things that Phillip would do or say that wouldn't normally have bothered me. None of that is Phillip's fault necessarily, it's my short fuse from over-extending myself. So I'm learning to prioritize and hold my tongue (some days are better than others). Patience is a virtue I've never ever possessed and I'm convinced that the Lord is using this season in my life to teach me how to become an patient person.
As a mama - Holy moly I could write a book. Most importantly, I'm learning how to love in an unconditional way. I'm convinced that the love a parent possesses for their child is the closest we can ever come to understanding how much God loves us.
I also have a HUGE problem with control. Guess what you can't control with a baby? ANY and EVERYTHING! From being on time for church to missing lunch dates because someone is teething and not suitable for a public appearance. I can't control whether he gets sick or whether he's 100% healthy. I can try my hardest, but there are things that will happen in Emory's life that are simply going to have to be placed in the Lord's hands. Granted they are great and mighty hands, but for some reason I keep trying to think mine are better. How foolish of me! This is where I'm beginning to learn the power of prayer!
Lastly as a mom, the good Lord is continuing this lifelong lesson of relinquishing worry into His hands. I am an admitted professional worrier. Seriously, vacations usually have to be kept to fairly short half-week increments because I start to visualize our house up in flames with our precious pups inside or the cat turning on a water faucet and flooding the entire place. Having a baby only made those fears exponentially worse. I've gotten better about leaving Emory. In fact, I just accepted a job working a whole 4 hours a week. So I'll be leaving Emory with a babysitter for 3 hours for two days a week! True progress for me! Not to mention, Phillip and I booked a trip to The Homestead for our anniversary. Luckily, Emory has a super awesome Grammy Harris that will be coming up to stay with him for the four days we're away. I'm sure it will kill me to leave him, but I know he's in fantastic hands.
Progress is a-brewin' in this household and the Lord's the one stirring the pot! What's our sweet Jesus teaching you in your life???
As a Wife - I would be lying if I said that I didn't think about fibbing a little on this one. I think everyone likes to portray their marriages as "perfect," but let's be honest it's two people working together to make a family. There are bound to be moments of strife.
Having a baby changes everything. I don't think I can say that enough. I don't mean this in a bad way, but Phillip went from being my top priority to somewhere on my top five after Emory, housewife duties, washing spit up off me, etc. Want to know where skewed priorities send a marriage? Onto the roller coaster of disconnectedness. That's largely why we started Project 52.
I would find myself getting so frustrated with things that Phillip would do or say that wouldn't normally have bothered me. None of that is Phillip's fault necessarily, it's my short fuse from over-extending myself. So I'm learning to prioritize and hold my tongue (some days are better than others). Patience is a virtue I've never ever possessed and I'm convinced that the Lord is using this season in my life to teach me how to become an patient person.
As a mama - Holy moly I could write a book. Most importantly, I'm learning how to love in an unconditional way. I'm convinced that the love a parent possesses for their child is the closest we can ever come to understanding how much God loves us.
I also have a HUGE problem with control. Guess what you can't control with a baby? ANY and EVERYTHING! From being on time for church to missing lunch dates because someone is teething and not suitable for a public appearance. I can't control whether he gets sick or whether he's 100% healthy. I can try my hardest, but there are things that will happen in Emory's life that are simply going to have to be placed in the Lord's hands. Granted they are great and mighty hands, but for some reason I keep trying to think mine are better. How foolish of me! This is where I'm beginning to learn the power of prayer!
Lastly as a mom, the good Lord is continuing this lifelong lesson of relinquishing worry into His hands. I am an admitted professional worrier. Seriously, vacations usually have to be kept to fairly short half-week increments because I start to visualize our house up in flames with our precious pups inside or the cat turning on a water faucet and flooding the entire place. Having a baby only made those fears exponentially worse. I've gotten better about leaving Emory. In fact, I just accepted a job working a whole 4 hours a week. So I'll be leaving Emory with a babysitter for 3 hours for two days a week! True progress for me! Not to mention, Phillip and I booked a trip to The Homestead for our anniversary. Luckily, Emory has a super awesome Grammy Harris that will be coming up to stay with him for the four days we're away. I'm sure it will kill me to leave him, but I know he's in fantastic hands.
Progress is a-brewin' in this household and the Lord's the one stirring the pot! What's our sweet Jesus teaching you in your life???
Project 31: Day 9
Maybe this is just the woman in me, but I find it much easier to recognize the faults in myself rather than the redemptive qualities. However, today I am suppose to talk about the virtues I value in myself.
Honesty - Granted, and I've said this many times before, I am brutally honest so I need to work on that. However, I admire that trait in people. It's a characteristic that I hope to encourage in our son.
Compassion - Oddly enough when I was typing this my dear friend sent me a text saying that she returned home from a trip and found that her beloved pet had passed. My heart literally sank to my stomach. Don't get me wrong, I'm an animal lover for sure, but this pet was literally a huge portion of her world. My heart hurts for her. I am thankful that I can empathize with the people in my life rather easily. It gives me the desire to connect with them and try to make their lives a little better.
Loving mother - This is probably my favorite. Does Emory have the finest clothing? Nope. Will he have to work for some of the things he wants in life? You bet. Does he have two parents that promise to lovingly admonish and encourage him? Absolutely!!! This is the greatest role God has even given me. It's more rewarding and challenging than anything I could ever imagine. I'm not perfect at this role. I've already had days that ended with me feeling like a failure, but I was blessed enough to wake up the next morning and try all over again.
Honesty - Granted, and I've said this many times before, I am brutally honest so I need to work on that. However, I admire that trait in people. It's a characteristic that I hope to encourage in our son.
Compassion - Oddly enough when I was typing this my dear friend sent me a text saying that she returned home from a trip and found that her beloved pet had passed. My heart literally sank to my stomach. Don't get me wrong, I'm an animal lover for sure, but this pet was literally a huge portion of her world. My heart hurts for her. I am thankful that I can empathize with the people in my life rather easily. It gives me the desire to connect with them and try to make their lives a little better.
Loving mother - This is probably my favorite. Does Emory have the finest clothing? Nope. Will he have to work for some of the things he wants in life? You bet. Does he have two parents that promise to lovingly admonish and encourage him? Absolutely!!! This is the greatest role God has even given me. It's more rewarding and challenging than anything I could ever imagine. I'm not perfect at this role. I've already had days that ended with me feeling like a failure, but I was blessed enough to wake up the next morning and try all over again.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Precious in a Bottle
I realize that I am partial, but seriously this kid is ADORABLE. Phillip got home early the other night and gave Emory his bath. I got to snap a few pictures afterward.
Emory LOVES bath time. This is easily one of the best ways to make this boy happy. He and Daddy played with all of his bath trucks. I was wondering why Gracie was wet...until I went back there and saw Phillip teaching Emory how to shoot her with the water. Heavens help me!
Project 52: Week 2
For this week's date we decided to take advantage of this GORGEOUS Carolina weather and visit Aw Shucks Farm for a few hours today.
It's been a long week in the Harris household. Phillip, yes PHILLIP, got sick. Then yesterday Emory started this little cough, followed by lots of fun stuff flowing from orifices today. :-( We don't want to leave our little guy while he's a little under the weather, so we took him along for the fun.
Emory got to go through his first corn maze, see lots of fun farm animals, play with some pumpkins, and get really tired (just in time for the Clemson/Boston College game).
We had tons of fun though! Great news...Clemson remains undefeated this season. Phillip was concerned about Tajh Boyd following the injury he sustained in the 3rd quarter. I told him he wasn't allowed to check on Boyd for 10 hours (the length of time he slept during my 21 hours of labor...he still insists that one of us needed to be well rested). He frowned and then ignored me. :-)
Hope you are all enjoying this awesome weather!!!
It's been a long week in the Harris household. Phillip, yes PHILLIP, got sick. Then yesterday Emory started this little cough, followed by lots of fun stuff flowing from orifices today. :-( We don't want to leave our little guy while he's a little under the weather, so we took him along for the fun.
Emory got to go through his first corn maze, see lots of fun farm animals, play with some pumpkins, and get really tired (just in time for the Clemson/Boston College game).
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| These goats made me miss the pigmy goats we had in Weddington. |
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| They were too full, so they wouldn't eat out of our hands. |
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| So cute, but so smelly. |
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| Charlie, the mini-horse, was not too sure about Emory. Emory's sentiments towards Charlie were much the same. |
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| Poor buddy. His eyes totally tell the world how he feels. :-( |
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| He loves watching Daddy. |
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| Emory's first corn maze! Please note the face he's making. |
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| This is the sign I like (Phillip really is a hard worker though). |
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| ...and this is what Phillip insisted I take a picture of before leaving. |
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| Maybe by the time Emory is 18 we will have ONE decent family picture. Check out the child's a.tti.tude in this one. Wowzers! |
Hope you are all enjoying this awesome weather!!!
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