Thursday, August 2, 2012
Week 35
As far as baby preparation goes, I had the opportunity to go shopping on Tuesday and brought home 2 outfits to bring to the hospital to bring the baby home in. One is pink, one is blue and I'm getting so anxious to know what this little one will be wearing! I did buy preemie size outfits and they are just precious, like little doll clothes. Tony & I have decided on a girl name, but the boy name remains in deliberation yet. The crib is set up in Mason's room and he is thrilled about it! I hope he remains that excited when there is a squeaky, squawky baby in it. :)
Friday, July 27, 2012
Ready or not...
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Celebrating....


Friday, January 20, 2012
A few Pictures
Friday, December 2, 2011
One Year Ago
Fast forward a year.
My life is full of blessings, even unexpected ones. :) It has been a wild ride, but all-in-all, I wouldn't change it. God is good and he is sovereign and his plan is always better than ours. :)
Monday, November 7, 2011
Potty Training Turns Theological
After yet another dirty ‘accident’ in his underwear today, I sent Mason to his room early for rest time and took away his blankies and stuffed animals, telling him that when he decided to put his poop in the potty instead of his underwear, he could have them back. I left him crying on his bed and listened to him cry for almost a half hour. When I went back in to talk with him, this is how the conversation went:
“Mason, stop crying. It is time to rest.”
“But I want my blankies.”
“Honey, you know when you have to poop and you can feel it coming. You are old enough and big enough to put it in the potty, you are just choosing to put it in your underwear. Mommy is sick of it. It is gross. I don’t like to clean it up and neither does daddy. When you decide you are ready to be a big boy and put your poop in the potty, you may have your blankies and animals back.”
“But why am I old enough?”
“Because you’re 3 years old!”
“But why am I three?”
“Because you’ve had three birthdays!”
“Why have I had three birthdays?”
“Because God has allowed you to live that long.”
“Why have I lived that long?”
“Because God loves you!”
“But why does God love me?”
“Because he made you!”
“But why did God make me?” (tears and sobbing)
I know the answer I gave him was inadequate and insufficient because I was exasperated with him. What would you have said?

