He Was Injured Bad

Yesterday's post can be summed up with this sentence: Once they find it, it's their favorite thing. We are of course talking about wee wees. I would use the proper medical term but I'm not mature enough to type it without giggling. Fortunately, Susan O. knows someone who isn't afraid to come out and say it. Here he is...



On another somewhat related topic my daughter (7) asked me this: "If you have a bathing suit with two pieces it can be immodest. But what if you forgot to put the top on? Would that just be a 50/50 sin, because, you know, you just forgot? Or is God gonna be mad?"

What do you think? Keeping theology and doctrine in mind please let me know how you would answer her question.

"It's my favorite thing."

This is Sawyer at 3. He's pouting. You would be too if you had me for a mom.

One day, when he was 3, we had taken his sister to Kindergarten and he was unusually quiet. Sawyer is never quiet. He was actually kind of sad and on the verge of tears.

"What's wrong, Buddy?" I asked.

With complete sincerity he asked, "When I get big will my wee-wee fall off like Hailey's did?"

You know it took everything I had in me not to fall over laughing.

"No," I said. "Your wee-wee will never fall off. You will have it forever."

Obvious relief filled his face as he said, "That's good cause I love my wee-wee. It's my favorite thing."

"Yes, Honey. I know." And he gave me a big hug of relief.


So let's talk kids. What's the funniest thing you ever heard a child say?

He's The Glue

Oh yes, I forgot today is his birthday. As he's walking out the door for work common sense jolts me and I yell "Happy Birthday!" Then I give him a hug and he laughs. He's the glue that holds us together and like I've said before, I definately married up. I don't know how I got so lucky, but this I can tell you. 15 years ago when we first met I knew I was done dating around. I would say, "I found a good thing" but that would be an understatement. It's better said, "A good thing found me." We're riding life's rollercoaster together and so far neither one of us has puked so I'm taking it as a good sign. Here's our song. It was played at our wedding but it ain't your typical wedding song. Regardless, it still rings true...



Always

My Baby's 5 Today

Dan's got competition, but he's good with it. This dude stole my heart and hid it somewhere I never hope to find it. When the ultrasound tech said, "It's a boy!" a tear fell from my eye and I wondered if I'd ever recover. How's it possible to fall in love with someone you've never met? I still can't answer the question but I know such magic happened to me. The spell unravels itself daily and I'm neck-deep in crazy love.

I love him because he sat in the barber's chair and said, "I need to get my faux hawk on."

I love him because he told his Sunday School teacher, "I'm hip and fly."

I love him because no matter what I tell him we're having for dinner he says, "You mean tomato and poop soup?"

I love him because when we went to Wal-Mart he told me he wanted a Transformer just like the one on his underwear. Then pulled down his pants in the main aisle to show me what he was talking about. Just so there'd be no confusion.

I love him because he runs to me with a tube of hair gel and says, "Mom, I need you to 'hauk' my 'faux'."

I love him because he walks past the office and looks in at me at the computer. Then he throws his hand up to his forehead and says to his sister, "It's Stuff Christians Like. Mom's trying to be funny again. This is gonna take awhile." Then shakes his head and walks away.

I love that today he's gonna think he's all about it when he sees his likeness plastered on my blog. He's hit the big time for sure.

Thanks for indulging me today. This post is for him; the 5 year old with the faux hauk who stole my heart.

And I love his sister because she told him, after he opened his gifts, "I think it's so great that after you go to bed Mom & Dad are going to give your stuff away to charity."

Oh, the legacy we build around here every day...

Experiencing Technical Difficulties

OK, maybe not exactly "technical" difficulties, but Momicla difficulties if you know what I mean. But there's hope for both of us on the horizon: Today is preschool, a day when the heavens open up and sing, giving me some time off. And a chance to catch up with you, and I have a lot to say today. So prepare yourself.

I swear if I get a phone call that someone is throwing up and needs to come home early I will move out. But not until after tomorrow, which is pay day.

If you say my son is adorable I might have to agree but take more meds all at the same time. I'm a walking quagmire, people.

While you're here why don't you add yourself to my list of "Really Cool People Who Rock My Blog"? You know I appreciate you. You're the only ones who don't tune me out after 2 sentences. Or maybe you do. Either way, it's a super fantastical way to get your mug out there for all the world to see. Who knew you were this famous???

It's not very technical. When you're done you can call your parents. Tell them the college tuition was well spent.

Catch ya later....

Someone broke into our house...

Do you ever sit back and wonder what you will do if someone should ever break into your home? Of course you do. Like me you probably imagine that you will be spectacular at defending yourself. No one imagines suddenly morphing into Pizza the Hut. No, maybe you're a Ninja. Or Wonder Woman. Or Jan Crouch from TBN. (Okay, maybe the last one is just me.) In your delusion, perhaps you're strong, or crafty, or exceedingly ambidextrous. No matter because everyone knows that this is a fantasy and this will never happen to you. But then, it does...

Someone broke into our house Friday night. Seriously.

I slept through the entire thing so I feel I have the duty to piece the story together, grossly exaggerating the parts that are unclear to me.

OKAY this all happened really fast, so read really fast and imagine lots of shock and adrenaline:

Dan wakes at 3 a.m. to find a criminal exiting our home. He has taken Dan's wallet and car keys. Dan runs through our front door to find the thief is backing our car down the driveway. Dan runs after him, "GET OUT OF MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Then Dan starts running down the street behind the car.

Thief Dude stops the car and gets out, holding his hands in the air. He starts running away. Dan chases him. Then he catches him.

Dan: GIVE ME MY WALLET!

Dude: I don't have your wallet!

Dan: Get back over to my house! NOW!

The guy starts walking back to our house, which is really polite in a felony kind of way. He wasn't a very smart felon, however, because he didn't put our car in park when he got out and started running. Consequently the car was rolling down our street. When Dan went to get it the perpetrator took off. Dan called the police.

No one was hurt. The kids and I slept through the entire thing, including the police searching our home looking for clues. When Dan told me later the next morning, long after it had all happened, I lost it. All the "what if" scenarios washed over me like a wave crashing against a rocky shore. My knees literally buckled under the pressure.

In the limited amount of time I have had to process this, I keep coming back to the idea that I could have lost Dan. I mean, really, my husband chased down someone who was brazen enough to break into our home. There are so many things that could have happened. If I dwell on them too long, the tidal wave crashes all over again. That wave renders me defenseless against the demons of my mind. All the horrible "what if" situations are Satan's way of distracting me from what God did in and around me that night.

His provision is best summed up like this: My kids and I slept peacefully in the midst of real danger. We found safety in the form of pillows, blankets, and the shelter of God. We pray His protection over us all the time, so why should I be surprised that He did just that?

Looking at all of my life I have to wonder about the times I let the "what ifs" rob me of what God was actively doing around me. For me, I can easily get lost in the dungeon of my mind, shackled to fear, or at least indecision. There is nothing Satan would like more than to immobilize me. Being stuck in one place keeps me from moving toward God.

It has taken me a few days to process everything, which is probably normal. But today is Sunday, and it's over. God is here and together we're up and walking.

What about you? Are you stuck, or are you walking it out?

Thanks for a great first week!!!

I think it was the movies of the late 80s and early 90s that ruined me for romance. To this day I'm still waiting for Mr. Idealistic in a trench coat to hold a blaring boom box outside my bedroom window, proclaiming his undying affection. I realize this is asking a bit much, but there are some days I’d settle for a poncho and a clock radio. (The light, the heat…I am complete) But I digress.

As you probably know I've been leaving obnoxious comments on SCL for awhile. Now blogging on my own I've had over 450 of you read my little ramblings in the past 4 days. That has been awesome and I thank you for giving me a chance, and I hope you'll stick around. Your comments are fantastic and I look forward to building up a little community. Again, thank you.

Of all of you who have visited there is one person whose comment completely lit me up inside. It's my husband, Dan.

As I have said before, Dan is very cut and dry. He's not the romantic type, or at least not in the traditional sense. In fact, when he asked me to marry him he gave me a Hulk Hogan doll. What woman could resist that?

The other night we were falling asleep. The house was quiet. I thought the talking was done for the day. But out of nowhere, he said the most romantic words a female sanguine could possibly ever hear: "I think you're pretty funny." Just like that and then he rolled over, pulled up his blanket and went to sleep.

He and I have been laughing together for over 14 years now. As of late, he's read my comments on SCL, probably because I called him - at work - every time I posted one. Imagine me, like a Golden Retriever puppy, jumping and salivating, "Dan! I just left a comment on Jon's site. Want me to read it to you? Do you? DO YOU?!!!!" (After all, who could resist me?)

Come to find out he's my biggest fan. Nobody loves me like my husband. I forget that more often than I should. Don't know why I would automatically assume he's anything less than exactly what God designed for me. When it comes to brass tacks, I know I've definitely married up.

So thanks again for reading! Next week we'll tackle Bible college, or "It's Not Too Late To Enroll Somewhere Else". I'll keep bringing the ranting and raving if you keep reading!!

0-~,

Stacy

"Mom! I may have sunburn but my hair rocks! Plus, I'm cute. Watch out 2nd grade, here I come!"

Apparently self-esteem isn't in short supply today. Yes, it's a bit obnoxious.

I have no idea where she gets it.

Probably from her dad.