This one would get me kicked out of some churches…

So I’ve been thinking this for a long time and even tried to share it with a bible study group only to receive blank stares, but I read something last night that validated my thoughts, so I’ll blog it.

I do not like reading alot of “Christian” bible studies/books. To me, most say the same thing over and over. You know, variations of the basics. “Trust in God. He has a plan. etc, etc.” All of which I already know and understand and I feel like I am constantly applying to my life. I think in my bible study I said something to the effect of, “This is boring. I already know what the author’s saying. The Spirit’s constantly making me aware of what I need to fix and how to fix it…and not through these studies.” I hate saying I know it all, because that’s the exact opposite of how I feel. There’s so much we don’t know that we pretend to know with nice, easy answers. But I know the basics. I can pretty much predict what the author is going to say next, and probably how s/he’s gonna say it.

It gets frustrating re-learning the basics when there’s sooo much else out there to discover. How ’bout a bible study on the different interpretations of those basics. Why some denominations believe something totally opposite about Christ/God/Hell/Salvation, etc, but we’re all reading the same Bible. And not just who’s “orthodox” and who’s not. But teach us the different views and let us discern/discuss. That’s a bible study to me.

I know I shouldn’t expect everyone to think like me. My good friend says she doesn’t like reading new stuff because she knows she’s susceptible to just believing everything. (It took me a while to grasp that. I’m one who learns by playing the what if game.) But I really believe that much of our current day culture is also not out to get easy answers to tough questions. We’re in a time of think-for-yourself-ers.

So I’ll play along with the basic, easy answers (which I believe, I just think there’s so much more out there.) But anytime anyone want to really hash stuff out, I’m here. We may have to wait till the kids are fed and asleep, but I’m ready!

My “holey” son. =(

I took Trace to get blood drawn for routine 12 month old tests. The lady finally felt a vessel in his right arm so she stuck him and began drawing blood. Of course Trace, always making sure everyone around knows he has been dealt an injustice, is screaming bloody murder. The nurse realizes the blood is coming way to slowly, so she has to pull the needle out and try again somewhere else. She finally feels a vessel in his left arm. She sticks him, but no blood comes out. I see her wiggling the needle around for a few seconds to find that vessel, but no luck. She is then left with no choice but to prick the poor baby’s finger and squeeze drops out for at least 2 minutes. (Which is really much longer when you’re trying to comfort a PO’d, screaming toddler.)
We finally got to leave the place with 3 bright blue bandaids with white guaze sticking out of each one.
Poor baby!

ttts, part 3

Just had to share. =)

Last week we ate at a Whataburger in Lufkin. I took Aidan to pee, but then the potty wouldn’t flush. I told him that I would go tell the lady that the potty is broken. Of course she was busy, and I forgot. He asked me if I told her, and I told him I forgot and it would be OK.

This morning he decided again I needed to tell the lady the potty was broken. I again told him I forgot and it will be OK.

Aidan takes matters into his own hands. He proceeds to put his phone (hand) up to his ear and says, “Lady, the potty is broken at the restaraunt. It doesn’t flush.” He continued his “conversation” with her, but I was laughing so hard I couldn’t listen. =)

the things they say, part 2

Aidan was so excited about going to Maroney Park this morning. I said, “Are you ready to go to the park?” He shouts, “Yay, Macaroni Park!!!”

spelling woes

Aidan’s been learning letter sounds, and he knows what sound each letter makes. While I throw in things like, “m says mmmm, like Mommy,” I didn’t think there was any comprehension.
The other morning we’re eating cereal and Aidan looks at his bowl and says, “Cereal starts with S!” So there I am, excited that he’s beginning to grasp that speech is made of letters but at a total loss as to how to explain to a 2 yr old that English is a confusing language and rules are made to be broken (just not Mommy’s rules), and yes, S says ssss like “cereal”, but cereal doesn’t really start with S.
I think I said something like, “Good try! Cereal sounds like it starts with S!”
Score 1 for Mommy.

so I don’t get in trouble for not posting

We went to the lake yesterday and had fun swimming. Then we went swimming again this morning at the pool. Aidan can swim several feet to me underwater without floaties on! I just have to help him up when he gets to me.
Ryan slipped in the shower and flipped up his toenail. Gross!!! I can’t wait to see him wear flip flops tomorrow morning on stage. =)
later.

The things they say…

At the zoo this morning, looking at the rhino: Aidan says, “Mommy, a rhino’s poop is big?” “Ummm, yes, Aidan. I guess it is.”
This is coming from the kid who always tells us the size of his poopoo in the potty, and when it is in the diaper wants to see it every time. “Look, Mommy, it’s a big one!!!”

Btw, a few days ago Ryan ended up getting the stomach virus again. We prayed, and friends prayed, that the boys and I wouldn’t get it, and thank you, God! We are all still going strong! (I told Him that if I didn’t get sick I’d blog my brag.)

Uh oh, kid’s out of bed and shouldn’t be….gotta go.

So proud!

I just have to brag. My friend and I went to lunch yesterday at a sit down restaurant with all 5 of our kids. All of whom are under 37 months. They were so well behaved we had people stopping by our table to compliment them! It was actually a relaxing lunch!
Then last night at dinner for Ryan’s birthday, again some one commented to us how good our boys were! Now, there have been plenty of times in a restaurant that we just want to run for it, but yesterday I actually felt like a great Mommy!

Another step toward adulthood

OK, maybe it’s a teeny-tiny step, but a step nonetheless. Aidan learned how to use the pedals on his tricycle today! So as soon as it stopped raining, we walked up the street to the restaurant parking lot and rode the trike. Of course, after about 1 minute, 38 seconds, he decided he prefers to “walk” his feet instead of pedaling. Then he got awnry and drove it into his brother who was trying to catch the wheels, then into the street. That was the end of our outing.

I need to have a bike/trike playdate in that parking lot soon. Remind me!

Such is the life…

… of the Mommy of a potty training boy. Yesterday a group of friends went swimming in a friend’s pool. I’ve never had a problem with Aidan pooping in his swim trunks until, you got it, yesterday. Several ladies and even more kids were sitting on the pool steps when one momma says, “I think he’s poopy.” I’m looking around to see who has to change their kid’s diaper. She says it again, than says, “Eeeeewwwww!!!.” Everyone swims away till I realize the only one left is dear Aidan. With no diaper on at all. Just swim trunks. And a nice cloud around him. Great. Luckily I found a water hose and washed him down. Of course I had no extra shorts or diapers for him. Why should I? It’s never happened before. Such is the life…

…of the cool girl. During our nice swim yesterday, it was decided that I would be in charge of getting together the group for today. I told everyone that we’d meet at the same time at Kathy’s pool. My boys and I showed up to swim, each excited about hanging out with friends. That didn’t happen. We got the whole pool to ourselves for 2 hours. =) Such is the life…

…of a procrastinating person. (I couldn’t figure out how to spell procrastinator/procrastinater/procrap…whatever) I was sooo proud of myself for ordering Ryan’s birthday present 5 whole days in advance. Yesterday I got the email saying it’s ready to be picked up to be shipped. Today, the notice hasn’t changed. I’m starting to think I paid for a mailing label. Which, I suppose, would be a better gift than nothing. Such is the life…

…of the Mommy of a 1 yr old with no words. Trace is adorable! He has finally mastered the signs for “All Done” and “More”. He does great when he wants more, or is obviously finished, but there comes a time when I think he should be full, but I’m not sure. So I’ll ask him to show me the sign, right? “Do you want more, Trace?” (Trace smiles and shows me “more”) “Or are you all done, Trace?” (Trace smiles and shows me a big “all done”) This can go on and on till he’s laughing like crazy and I either shove more food on his plate or pull him out of the high chair so we’re done with the conversation. Such is the life…

…of a busy stay at home Mommy. I just realized I was thirsty, so I jumped up to run in the kitchen so I could get a drink of water and get back in here and finish typing before the boys wake from their naps. I immediately sliced my foot on a bed rail that we should have put in the attic long ago, hopped into the kitchen as quiet as possible, grabbed a paper towel to put on my bleeding foot, took the small swig of water that was left in my cup from lunch, stuck my foot under the faucet since it’s bleeding pretty good. I ran back toward the computer room and slipped on my wet foot. Now I’m sitting here with my knee up trying to get the bleeding to stop, and I’m still thirsty. Such is the life…

…of an anal, grammatical nerd. I’m grimmacing at the thought of pushing “Publish” with that huge runon sentence above left alone. Such is the life of…

…a child of God. I can sit here and know that even though my baby can’t talk, my 2 yr old poops in the pool, no human wants to come to my pool party, I can’t get a gift on time for my hubby, but backspace to correct errors so much my fingers hurt, and I’m probably going to bleed to death since I have more desire to finish this post than actually put a bandaid on my booboo, God knew this would happen and still chose me. Such is the life…

…of me. =)