Friday, September 26, 2008
We arrived at the park, Hudson's favorite car in tow (a cool car he got for a gift called Automoblox). We had a discussion about the car before we left on what would happen if he took one of his favorite toys somewhere else. We explored what might happen, that he would have to share, how he would feel if he lost it....I bet you know where this is going. No less than 10 minutes after our arrival, Hudson came over and started to take his puzzle car apart and put it back together - and he realized he was missing a wheel. Now, at this point, he was not too concerned with this fact, merely because his friends were there and he was having fun. I convinced him that we should search for it, but we were unable to find it. I suggested to him that maybe we should pray that we find it. He ambled away from me in another direction and I heard him say, "Jesus, find my wheel." After another 20 seconds or so, he turned around and yelled at the top of his lungs, "JESUS, FIND MY WHEEL!" He then spun to me and said, "Mommy, I don't think Jesus heard me." My, how hard it was not to grin too largely. I did smile and say, "I am sure that he heard you that time!"
We proceeded to go on a walk around the neighborhood and as I was walking I was contemplating all the possibilities of the meltdown scenarios upon arriving home and Hudson realizing that the wheel was gone. To say the least, I was a bit worried....especially since I knew I was on my own for the bedtime routine, and it would be hurried as we had decided to stay a bit later. We arrived back at the park and all of us fanned out to look for the wheel - the Flamingo Mama volunteered a quarter for the one that found the wheel (I love bribery!) and in less than 3 minutes, it was found. No quarter was rewarded though, because the Flamingo herself found the missing part. Hallelujah - crisis averted. Thank you Lord for helping us find our wheel!
Sometimes I feel like that - I mean I really feel like I lost a wheel. My life is off balance, off kilter, that one of my 4 wheels is missing. (I'm going with tires here, not the wheel like in the Carrie Underwood song.) I often cry, Jesus, help me find my wheel...and while not all stories of missing toys turn out quite as favorably as this one, I do know that my heavenly Father always hears my cry of help and I eventually find that balance again - usually because I forgot to include Him as a part of my day and once I ask, he takes the load of my life (car) and rolls it along.
Monday, September 22, 2008
372 days of living life.
Hundreds of diaper changes.
Over 1,000 times of nursing with mommy.
Almost 9,000 hours of seeing the world in a brand new way.
Thousands of kisses and just as many hugs.
Anna's life. A beautiful life. A wonderfully, blessed, healthy little girl life that smiles at every new thing that comes her way. Thank you God for the gift of this little girl to our family. Her squeals, her belly laughs, her big brown eyes framed in enviously long lashes, her super-human speed in crawling, her investigative spirit, her contentment, her babbling and the very pronounced Uh-Oh. We pray Lord that she knows you early, she loves you continually and that she praises Your Name to the ends of the earth. God, Thank you for our Anna Banana.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
So Chris had the opportunity on Labor Day to sing the national anthem at the Lancaster Barnstormers' minor league game. Since it was "Labor" Day, the OBGYN practice my mom works for sponsored the game as a fun way of capitalizing on the double meaning of the word "labor". Expectant moms were especially encouraged to come out to the game because if someone went into labor and delivered within 24 hours they would win $5000 (no one did).
Here is a video of my husband's all-star performance :)
He made us all proud...and we had a fun time at the game even though I spent half of it pushing Anna in the stroller so she could take a much-needed nap.