Spaghetti, bad-blogger style
Well I have broken the cardinal rule of effective blogging, that the posts should always keep coming. The whole rain, snow, sleet, or hail, being as dependable as the mail.
I totally just butchered that statement, but you know what I mean.
Though I understand the mail system will be faltering soon, and it will take like a month to get anything anywhere. Let's get a campaign going to bring back the pony express.
Something about the mental image of a horse and rider streaking across a wide open field of wheat is freeing to me. It's nice.
And...welcome to what happens when I haven't effectively blogged in over two weeks. The break might not have been so noticeable if I hadn't gotten so good at having something relatively interesting and new up every day or two.
Of course relatively interesting is relative, so for all I know my two readers just smiled and nodded after reading my daily blog fluff.
I'm sorry, yall. I hope this post is not too confusing, it's just how my mind works. There are some things I really want in print so I don't forget them, and so you won't completely shun me and never read the blog again because I'm so undependable. Independable? Non-dependable? I don't know.
Aden fell and caught the side of his eye on the edge of the galvanized tub seen in the pictures here. The tub is in Trey's room and holds stuffed animals. Aden was trying to climb on top of the stuffed animals in the tub, but didn't quite make it. Nasty, nasty injury. Black and blue and purple and yellow and red, woke up the next morning with his eye swollen shut. Looks much better now, but are still getting plenty of comments.
SO glad I got the boys' Christmas pictures done not 48 hours before that. Oh, did I mention I may never have formal portraits done again? Kristie has inspired me to try photo editing. I am now addicted to this. Though my backyard pics will probably never be formal-quality, we're learning to live in the good-enough realm. And I'm pretty stoked about the pictures this year.
Not sure Trey didn't have a night terror the other night. Suppose it could have been a bad dream. Around 11:30 he had fallen out of the bed. He sobbed as Brandon tried to check him for injury, never really opened his eyes or could tell us if he was hurt. Cried until he fell asleep again.
Then around 1:30 I heard Trey running through the house crying. I ran out to meet him, he jumped into my arms. I sat on the couch holding him, and he wiggled and kicked and arched his back, just sobbing and screaming. Wouldn't open his eyes. Would occasionally respond when we said his name, but if he tried to say something else it got all jumbled up and turned into a wail.
I took him to use the potty, and when we got back to the couch, he fell asleep on me for a couple of minutes. Then sat up and looked at me, talked rationally, and didn't seem to remember anything. Stayed up til 3AM with Brandon, then slept peacefully.
Strange. A little scary. Anyone else dealt with night terrors? Again, not sure if this was one.
I made this recently, and it was one of the most amazing things ever assembled by my hands. It was a pantry challenge sort of meal, as it slipped my mind that I was scheduled to fix something for a new-baby family, but wasn't in the position to blow the week's grocery budget on non-sale meat. I somewhat sheepishly admit that I was so intoxicated by the aroma when it was done, that I snuck a little bowl for myself. And savored. every. bite. Mmm.
Month-in-advance meal planning for our family has been such a great decision. It was just over a year ago that I started listing out our meal plan for each month, working on it two weeks at a time or whenever something came up and a shuffle was needed.
I feel much less indecisive, as I never have to ask the question, "What should we have for dinner?" We can save more on groceries, buying what is needed for a meal only when it's on sale. There is so much variety - thanks to a full household menu and my recent new recipe undertaking, we rarely repeat a meal in a month. Benefits aplenty.
Basketball is here. Brandon is relieved for some escapism, Trey is beside himself with wild enthusiasm, I am missing my hubby, and Aden just wants something to eat. The games will be interesting this year. Trey will have a blast. Aden will be quite the challenge. He's not very good at sitting down.
It occurred to me that we have a new Christmas decor outlet, with our deck. White Christmas lights are a personal fave, so I can't wait to wrap them around the railings.
Christmas decor scares me yall. Moreso than it did when Trey was little. Aden is...different than Trey was.
Countless times a day I find myself sighing, "Oh Aden" because of something he finds to get into or inflicts on himself (see eye injury recap above). And in my discussions with other moms, I am finding this to be somewhat of a constant among second sons.
It's like the kid has a drive to get into stuff. The poor grandparents are having the hardest time with what to get him for Christmas, because he doesn't really play with toys. He plays with cabinet doors and recipe boxes and measuring cups and old cell phone chargers. And that's just what we allow him to play with. If he had his way, he would also play with knives and the gas stove and the DVD player and the step stool.
We catch him doing something he shouldn't, discourage/redirect/discipline depending on the situation, he fusses for half a second and runs off to find the next thing he shouldn't be doing. Doesn't seem to bother him much when we discipline or if he gets hurt. Just giggle and keep moving.
So our Christmas tree may be naked up to about the four-foot mark. Don't judge if I post funny-looking pictures. Some days I just get tired of telling the poor kid no.
Trey is really reading well, so good with sounding out words. His writing is getting better too. He writes in multi-case; though he can distinguish upper- and lower-case letters, seems he has chosen one of each to learn to write, and that's good enough for him. Trey's name as written by him is TrE and then basically a capital V with a tail.
Aden has two new molars. Just what we need, tools for him to consume even more food. I'm not complaining at all, yall. And I should say that at a recent doctor visit, we found out that Aden has lost three pounds since his birthday and is now below the 50th percentile.
But he may never cease to be our Chunky Monkey. The rolls are still delicious.
The season of challenges has not left us. Family, hurting. Friends, hurting. Our church, hurting. Us, hurting, for these things and more. And, appropriately enough, the word that God has given me amidst all of this is thankful.
Yes, there are challenges. They are far less than what many, many people face. And it is said that if the devil is leaving you alone, you're right where he wants you.
Which is not where we want to be, at all. So we choose to walk on. We choose to believe what we know. God has a plan. He is in control. He will make us better for everything we go through. He will be faithful to His faithful.
It is my banner, blessed beyond measure. And if anything, I can be thankful. For family. For friends. For church. For health. For home. For provision. For hope. For peace. For joy. For Jesus.
Blessings immeasurable, indeed.
And I continue to cry out to the Lord, not necessarily for deliverance, but for His direction and mercy. That He will hold us close.
I am the wandering son
Your love is never enough
I keep chasing the wind
Instead of chasing Your love
I'm screaming out Your name
Don't let me fall on my face
I've got a busted heart
I'm in need of a change
I'm desperate for grace
Hold on to me, take all of me
Don't let me lose my way
Hold on to me
Broke Your heart a thousand times
But You've never left my side
"Busted Heart", For King and Country
I totally just butchered that statement, but you know what I mean.
Though I understand the mail system will be faltering soon, and it will take like a month to get anything anywhere. Let's get a campaign going to bring back the pony express.
Something about the mental image of a horse and rider streaking across a wide open field of wheat is freeing to me. It's nice.
And...welcome to what happens when I haven't effectively blogged in over two weeks. The break might not have been so noticeable if I hadn't gotten so good at having something relatively interesting and new up every day or two.
Of course relatively interesting is relative, so for all I know my two readers just smiled and nodded after reading my daily blog fluff.
I'm sorry, yall. I hope this post is not too confusing, it's just how my mind works. There are some things I really want in print so I don't forget them, and so you won't completely shun me and never read the blog again because I'm so undependable. Independable? Non-dependable? I don't know.
Aden fell and caught the side of his eye on the edge of the galvanized tub seen in the pictures here. The tub is in Trey's room and holds stuffed animals. Aden was trying to climb on top of the stuffed animals in the tub, but didn't quite make it. Nasty, nasty injury. Black and blue and purple and yellow and red, woke up the next morning with his eye swollen shut. Looks much better now, but are still getting plenty of comments.
SO glad I got the boys' Christmas pictures done not 48 hours before that. Oh, did I mention I may never have formal portraits done again? Kristie has inspired me to try photo editing. I am now addicted to this. Though my backyard pics will probably never be formal-quality, we're learning to live in the good-enough realm. And I'm pretty stoked about the pictures this year.
Not sure Trey didn't have a night terror the other night. Suppose it could have been a bad dream. Around 11:30 he had fallen out of the bed. He sobbed as Brandon tried to check him for injury, never really opened his eyes or could tell us if he was hurt. Cried until he fell asleep again.
Then around 1:30 I heard Trey running through the house crying. I ran out to meet him, he jumped into my arms. I sat on the couch holding him, and he wiggled and kicked and arched his back, just sobbing and screaming. Wouldn't open his eyes. Would occasionally respond when we said his name, but if he tried to say something else it got all jumbled up and turned into a wail.
I took him to use the potty, and when we got back to the couch, he fell asleep on me for a couple of minutes. Then sat up and looked at me, talked rationally, and didn't seem to remember anything. Stayed up til 3AM with Brandon, then slept peacefully.
Strange. A little scary. Anyone else dealt with night terrors? Again, not sure if this was one.
I made this recently, and it was one of the most amazing things ever assembled by my hands. It was a pantry challenge sort of meal, as it slipped my mind that I was scheduled to fix something for a new-baby family, but wasn't in the position to blow the week's grocery budget on non-sale meat. I somewhat sheepishly admit that I was so intoxicated by the aroma when it was done, that I snuck a little bowl for myself. And savored. every. bite. Mmm.
Month-in-advance meal planning for our family has been such a great decision. It was just over a year ago that I started listing out our meal plan for each month, working on it two weeks at a time or whenever something came up and a shuffle was needed.
I feel much less indecisive, as I never have to ask the question, "What should we have for dinner?" We can save more on groceries, buying what is needed for a meal only when it's on sale. There is so much variety - thanks to a full household menu and my recent new recipe undertaking, we rarely repeat a meal in a month. Benefits aplenty.
Basketball is here. Brandon is relieved for some escapism, Trey is beside himself with wild enthusiasm, I am missing my hubby, and Aden just wants something to eat. The games will be interesting this year. Trey will have a blast. Aden will be quite the challenge. He's not very good at sitting down.
It occurred to me that we have a new Christmas decor outlet, with our deck. White Christmas lights are a personal fave, so I can't wait to wrap them around the railings.
Christmas decor scares me yall. Moreso than it did when Trey was little. Aden is...different than Trey was.
Countless times a day I find myself sighing, "Oh Aden" because of something he finds to get into or inflicts on himself (see eye injury recap above). And in my discussions with other moms, I am finding this to be somewhat of a constant among second sons.
It's like the kid has a drive to get into stuff. The poor grandparents are having the hardest time with what to get him for Christmas, because he doesn't really play with toys. He plays with cabinet doors and recipe boxes and measuring cups and old cell phone chargers. And that's just what we allow him to play with. If he had his way, he would also play with knives and the gas stove and the DVD player and the step stool.
We catch him doing something he shouldn't, discourage/redirect/discipline depending on the situation, he fusses for half a second and runs off to find the next thing he shouldn't be doing. Doesn't seem to bother him much when we discipline or if he gets hurt. Just giggle and keep moving.
So our Christmas tree may be naked up to about the four-foot mark. Don't judge if I post funny-looking pictures. Some days I just get tired of telling the poor kid no.
Trey is really reading well, so good with sounding out words. His writing is getting better too. He writes in multi-case; though he can distinguish upper- and lower-case letters, seems he has chosen one of each to learn to write, and that's good enough for him. Trey's name as written by him is TrE and then basically a capital V with a tail.
Aden has two new molars. Just what we need, tools for him to consume even more food. I'm not complaining at all, yall. And I should say that at a recent doctor visit, we found out that Aden has lost three pounds since his birthday and is now below the 50th percentile.
But he may never cease to be our Chunky Monkey. The rolls are still delicious.
The season of challenges has not left us. Family, hurting. Friends, hurting. Our church, hurting. Us, hurting, for these things and more. And, appropriately enough, the word that God has given me amidst all of this is thankful.
Yes, there are challenges. They are far less than what many, many people face. And it is said that if the devil is leaving you alone, you're right where he wants you.
Which is not where we want to be, at all. So we choose to walk on. We choose to believe what we know. God has a plan. He is in control. He will make us better for everything we go through. He will be faithful to His faithful.
It is my banner, blessed beyond measure. And if anything, I can be thankful. For family. For friends. For church. For health. For home. For provision. For hope. For peace. For joy. For Jesus.
Blessings immeasurable, indeed.
And I continue to cry out to the Lord, not necessarily for deliverance, but for His direction and mercy. That He will hold us close.
Your love is never enough
I keep chasing the wind
Instead of chasing Your love
I'm screaming out Your name
Don't let me fall on my face
I've got a busted heart
I'm in need of a change
I'm desperate for grace
Hold on to me, take all of me
Don't let me lose my way
Hold on to me
Broke Your heart a thousand times
But You've never left my side
"Busted Heart", For King and Country
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