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IT’S A GIRL!!!!!!!!

It’s official now.  I was surprised this time had not come sooner with the way my boys play… but it finally came.  Owen Broke his arm.  Of course he was doing something he had been told not to do and I did not notice because I was on the computer.  He went into the nearby closet and climbed the suitcases.  He fell.  Apparently hard.

If you know Owen, you know he is a dramatic kid.  I thought nothing of the dramatic scene he created in recovery.  Until it didn’t stop.  Finally he calmed down in his daddy’s arms and fell asleep.  He awoke screaming because he moved his arm!  We knew then something was probably wrong.

I dropped he and Jeff off at Children’s Hospital urgent care and they were so wonderful to Owen.  He got a great book and a blue Popsicle.  The x-ray showed a break just below his elbow and they said his wrist was probably strained because of its swelling.   He had to get a soft cast so there would be give for the excessive swelling but we have to treat it as a hard one.  Poor little guy is left handed and it is his left arm!  He loves to draw and practice letters so that’s a bummer.

The Mom Crowd writes about what to expect for your child’s surgery. A great reference for those parents who have to go through this with your child. It is written by a mother who has gone through this many times.

Skribbit has a Simple Impression Giveaway, but hurry up as it is only through the weekend that you can win a customized country, shabby chic, plaque.

Sandiego Momma writes a post that really struck me because the scene she described was so familiar. She wrote about her mom’s last moments on earth and being that tomorrow it has been 14 years since my mother passed away it hit a chord. This post is called From Whence I Came.

Also please don’t forget the first DoesMommyLoveIt.com Group Writing Project. You have until Sunday at Midnight Eastern time to enter to win $20 toward Amazon.com.

We made a decision.  I can not really even explain how we got there cause it would make no sense… all I know is I have so much peace about it.  Just like I had peace about sending Owen to the preschool he went to this year.  I have always prayed that God would guide my steps every year of education for the kids.  I’m open to whatever he has, I just want to always be aware of what it is.

So a couple nights ago we decided.  Owen will do pre-K at home next year.  I’m really excited.  I feel so much peace about it! I have no idea what we will do for Kindergarten, but I don’t need to.  I’m just excited to get my toes wet with preschool and see how it goes!

I have asked some of my friends already, but I’m all for recommendations on PreK curriculum.  Most people piece things together or do without a set curriculum, but I’m pretty type-A and insecure about my ability so I think I’m going to need something to go by.

Lately I have been lamenting toys. Toys everywhere. Toys all over the basement one hour after I finally cleaned it. Toys being tripped over on my way up to comfort a crying 2 year old upstairs in the middle of the night. Toys in unsuspecting odd places. Don’t get me wrong. I pick up the toys. I coach my children into picking up toys. I enlist my husband in picking up toys. But the toys, they are always finding there way out, everywhere.

Tonight as I was kicking some aside to form a non-dangerous path toward the stairs, I was about to complain… Then it hit me. These sweet little boys won’t care about these toys long. In fact there will be a season, not far away where I won’t have to worry about another plastic toy laying around. Will I miss it?

These are little signs of their activity. Their enjoyment. Their fun. 2 little brothers playing together, using their imagination together. Someday they will not care about those toys. They’ll be busy with other things. I almost cried.

So for now, I’ll pick toys up. Again.

Love. The Apostle Paul already wrote on Love in the Bible better than I possibly ever could. It sums up the entire concept. In his words, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”

Love is patient with my children when they aren’t responding fast enough.

Love is kind even when I’m in a bad mood.

Love does not envy. Envy is a destroyer of friendship. I have seen it happen. I commit to not envying my friends but rather be happy for their good things.

Love does not boast. Applying this is a little more tricky for me. I suppose it means I view accomplishments humbly and do not boast about them.

Love is not proud. Pride is all about oneself. Pride is selfish. Pride is the root of all sin because it says, “I can be like God.” Pride definitely destroys relationships. Not being proud means saying I’m sorry when I wrong my husband or kids.

Love does not dishonor others. That means love honors others. Not repeating things people are ashamed of. (Especially your husband!) Sometimes honoring someone and possibly their wishes means doing something you don’t want to do. There are so many ways to honor others.

Love is not self-seeking. The flip-side on this one is it is other-seeking. Not thinking what I can do for myself in a relationship but what I can do for others. This means when I’m with a group of girlfriends and can’t get a word in, that I love that I can sit there and listen to them. I don’t have to butt in the conversation.

Love is not easily angered. For me, this really comes back to my children and husband and being patient. Giving the benefit of the doubt to those I love most. The people you know most seem to be the easiest to not give slack to for some reason.

Love keeps no record of wrongs. This means not bringing up something my husband may have done years ago. Letting it go, forgiving.

Love does not delight in evil. For me this would be gossip. Not being anxious to talk about someone. In a sermon my brother once preached he called gossip the “devil’s intimacy”. If I find I have a relationship that seems based on talking about someone else I realize that we don’t have a true bond. It is interesting to see what happens to those relationships when you determine not to do that anymore. Is anything left?

Love rejoices with the truth. This is speaking truth at all times to those I love. When they are hurt or depressed speaking truth into their life can be a fresh breath. Obviously this applies at home too!

Love always protects. This means when I love someone, even when they are doing something wrong, protecting them by not telling others about it. I know that this will come in handy with my children when they are teenagers. Not that there isn’t a time to share with someone close and prayer, but not to just air it out in your general atmosphere. I have been unprotective before and it is a bad feeling left in your mouth when you realize what you have done has hurt someone.

Love always trusts. This can be a hard one. Especially when we know their are legitimate reasons not to. I feel blessed to have a husband who I am not suspicious of, but the fact is not everyone is in that positions… so I’m not sure how to apply this one.

Love always hopes. Hope sees the bright side and believes it can be. Having hope in love doesn’t say… “things will always be like this, I can’t take it!” but hoping and praying always for more.

Love always perseveres. This means also that we don’t give up. Even when things are so tough. It’s that “sickness and in health, richer or poorer” part of the marriage vows. Persevere through good and bad.

And lastly, LOVE NEVER FAILS.

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Written for Skribbit’s February Write Away Contest.

I just showered. For the first time in days. No Joke. I really am not sure when the last day I showered was. Fortunately I don’t ooze body oder easily. But seriously, what is it about being pregnant that makes me so hygiene deficient? Does anyone else experience this? I hardly want to spend a moment on myself.

Maybe it all stems from not liking my body when I’m pregnant? I know, I know, the hip thing is to at least pretend you love your pregnant body and wear it proud… but it is always a strange thing for me to see myself this shape. I actually get compliments, but I don’t see it. My husband loves it, but I still don’t see it. Maybe that makes me want to be frumpy?

I never wanted to be one of those women that let themselves go. And I don’t think I’m quite there, yet. How do I stop from starting to slide down that slippery slope. I suppose I should go easier on myself and only worry if it continues after pregnancy. Please tell me someone out there relates to all of this.

Check out the very first Group Writing Project being hosted on Does Mommy Love It .  It’s an opportunity to write about something you love AND win a $20 Gift Certificate from Amazon.com! Check it out!

Not long ago I wrote about an Oreck Vacuum I won on Ebay. (Yes, I shop victoriously.)  At any rate, I discovered that at 5 minutes for mom there is a contest to give one away… and I want it.  C’mon folks, my house is relatively large and having 2 would not be bad!  So am I horrible?  I heart Oreck.  This is your chance if you were tempted by my previous Oreck post to actually get one!  Go to the contest now!

I have been tagged by Mom Loves Being At Home for a 7 random things MeMe. I feel like over the years I have divulged most of my random traits, but I’ll try Here Goes:

1. As a child I wore braces on my feet. Not really sure why.

2. My feet have grown from a 7 to an 8 since I had children.

3. I hate unloading the dishwasher, but life could be a whole lot worse, so I do it.

4. I played intramural pinball in college.

5. I hate taking showers when I’m pregnant because it wears me out so much. Sometimes i’ll go dayyyyysssss….

6. I never had cravings until this pregnancy. Ice Cream anyone?

7. I had a 3.3 gpa in high school.

Your turn!!!

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