~My son has fit himself into his duvet cover before, to sleep with a few other items, but last night while looking in on him, he was balled up inside his pillow case! With his pillow still in there with him!
For me to get a job….
I’ve put my application in at a few places, realizing that my resume is pretty unsatisfactory, and my interview skills are definitely not up to speed. I’ve taken the drug test, and the background checks are being run, so unless that caffeine in my system shows up as a red flag, I may be back in the working world again.
I view this as a temporary thing, but it could end up being a really good thing. It’s all up in the air right now, so we’ll see what will happen.
~Any advice to a mom that is going to start working again, after staying home for the past 5 years?
As I mentioned before, the little boy that we sponsor lives in Uganda. After reading Keely’s entry about a gift she’d sent to her child, I had realized that we should’ve sent James something along with the bloggers that they could’ve taken to him.
We contacted Brian, and gave him the information regarding our child, and they were able to send James over a soccer ball with this written on it: 
I know that James will be thrilled to have a new soccer ball, that is the sport that he loves, and draws us pictures of soccer balls. How else would he be able to receive a new ball, if it weren’t for Compassion? How else would he be receiving the hope of Jesus, if it weren’t for Compassion?
These small things, these reminders that he’s loved by Jesus, and by some people in a another country that have never met him will help sustain him through his life. It will give him the determination to keep going, to keep trying. Like I’d said before, it has been a privilege to sponsor Kassatu James and little Rochie Mae. It has been wonderful to see his smile grow with each picture we are sent, to see his writing improve, and to receive his prayer requests.
Having him in our life has helped us to remember that the world is bigger. It has helped to teach our kids that people live differently, and to become a friend to a little boy in another country.
I was 4 weeks overdue with my first child, and 2 weeks overdue with my 2nd child. It was torture. I tried every labor induction possible. If you’d been around me at all during those weeks, you’d see me running up steep hills, taking the stairs everywhere, skipping, jumping rope etc etc, it was all I could think about. All that to say that I do know that desperate feeling that your body is ready to explode if the baby didn’t come out soon.
This woman tried inducing labor by playing annoying vinyl records to her belly. I was cracking up, but I definitely could relate. She says, “He’s just too comfortable in there. Remember how they were able to get all those enemy combatants in Guantanamo to admit all kinds of stuff by playing rap and Barney songs really loud? Maybe if we play some really annoying records really close to your belly, he’ll go crazy and want to escape.”
So funny.
My son had a Valentine’s party at school the other day, and had a box full of treats and little cards written by his class mates. There was also a clear plastic bag with his name written on it, leaving no identity who it was from. Inside was a whistle key chain, and a marker hooked to it, with “permanent marker,” written on it’s side. Was this a joke on me? I mean, who really gives a 5 year old a permanent marker…AND a whistle?
(I apologize if you were the one that gave my son these things, he really does love them…. I’m just not that thrilled that he now owns a permanent marker and high pitched whistle, they may “accidentally” end up somewhere really high, waiting for him to age a few years…)
There are a group of bloggers in Uganda right now, visiting children at the compounds. Our little boy that we sponsor lives in Uganda, and every time I read another story, I think of him, and I wonder if they’ve met him. He’s a beautiful boy, and it is amazing all that I can feel for a little boy that I’ve never met. Hearing the stories of people visiting these children, seeing the pictures of these children makes him even more real somehow.
We watched “Long way down,” the other night, and they passed through Uganda. The people were strikingly beautiful, and it made me think of Kassatu James, and his wide smile once again. We have his picture up in our kitchen, we pray for him daily, and we think about what he does where he lives. He sends us sweet letters with really good drawings on them, of things he likes to do, and of animals, and soccer balls.
It is a huge blessing and a privilege to sponsor a child, to be apart of the hope in his life. I fully believe and support all the work that Compassion does. It truly is a great organization that is changing children’s lives every where.
Today is my husband’s birthday! This is the last year of his twenties, and he’s got a list of goals to accomplish before he reaches thirty. He’s a determined and strong person, so I am excited to see all that he accomplishes this year, and where God leads him.
Brody is an amazing husband, and father. He would do anything we asked, anytime we asked. He’s always there when we need him, and he makes sure we have everything we need. He cheers us all up when we are sad, initiates crazy wrestling matches with the boys, is always there to listen, and makes us all delicious smoothies every morning.
Brody and I have a special relationship. We’ve been through so many different seasons of life together, as I am sure most married couples do. We’ve reached an amazingly close friendship after being married all these years, and there just isn’t enough that I could do for him today to show how much I love him. I hope that he has a very happy birthday!
(Is it crazy to take three children to P.F. Changs?)
I just got an e mail update about Judy. She had been told two days ago that she had 48 hours to live, after they had discovered a hole in her intestines. She was given medication to go peacefully, and they’d found today that the hole had been healed! Now she’s been given 2 weeks to live, but all around her are believing for complete healing. So continue praying, this is so amazing!
My three year old has been learning the alphabet, and a daily routine at meal times is for my 5 year old to ask my three year old what letter certain words start with.
One day my five year old asked, “What does Hot dog start with?”
My three year old responded, “bun.”
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There are two women that I have spoken of here, in the past, who were wives, mothers, in their thirties both fighting cancer within them. Marcy lost that battle a few weeks ago, and Judy as I last heard had only an estimated hours left. These women both love Jesus, both know that “heaven is better,” but both have husbands and children, friends and family that they are leaving behind.
I’ve spent much time alongside the beds of dying elderly people, but it is a stranger feeling to know of these young women experiencing this so soon in their lives. It’s strange to have friends that are having to say goodbye to their friends, so young.
I guess it’s easy to say that they are going somewhere better, but it’s hard to think of those that will mourn them, and that will miss them. So please pray for these two women’s friends and families.
