Yesterday was Ethan's fifth birthday! I can't believe I've been a mommy for five years. For some reason five sounds much older than four - maybe because age groups are sometimes categorized as 2-4 and 5-7, or maybe because a four-year-old is a preschooler whereas a five-year-old is a kindergartener.
We had a really fun day! We went to Pioneer's Park in the morning. After playing on the playground, we went to the nature center. Ethan got to pet a snake and watch a turtle crawl. They can move fast if they want to! When we got home, we had lunch, sang happy birthday, and opened presents. Then, after supper, we went mini-golfing (which Ethan loved, but Kylie is terrible at!).
This morning I heard this conversation at the breakfast table:
Kylie: "I'm cute"
Ethan: "You're cute, Kylie, but you're a sinner."
Kylie: "I'm not a sinner. I'm Kylie"
Ethan: "The Bible says everyone sins, Kylie. So, you're a sinner.
Kylie: "I'm not a sinner. I'm Kylie"
It went on like this for at least five minutes. I wondered, what kind of son am I raising? He just told me yesterday that he wants to be a pastor like grandpa some day so he can tell people about Jesus. Listening to this conversation, I pictured him standing behind a pulpit doing his best to convince people that they're headed to hell without saving faith in Jesus. Was it Jonathan Edwards that preached "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God"? Ethan is following in his steps - with Kylie as his first attempted convert. I wonder what God has planned for my little boy....
Friday, July 25, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Silence
For those of you who read yesterday's whining and wondered why I can't think up anything better to write about, let me tell you what happened today.
Thursday is Ethan's birthday, and to celebrate, Caleb's parents promised to take him to the train museum in Council Bluffs. So, today, Tam and Alan showed up and wanted to take Ethan AND Kylie on an adventure! As I write my house is SILENT. Julia went to sleep - finally! And I am attempting to catch up on my scrapbooking, which I haven't even looked at for the last 5 months.
So I am getting a much needed break. And I'm marveling over God's lovingkindness. He knew exactly what I needed and arranged circumstances so that I would be surprised by His gift to me. What an amazing God! Now if only I could learn to trust His kindness to me even when life is crazy - instead of complaining...
Back to scrapbooking!
Thursday is Ethan's birthday, and to celebrate, Caleb's parents promised to take him to the train museum in Council Bluffs. So, today, Tam and Alan showed up and wanted to take Ethan AND Kylie on an adventure! As I write my house is SILENT. Julia went to sleep - finally! And I am attempting to catch up on my scrapbooking, which I haven't even looked at for the last 5 months.
So I am getting a much needed break. And I'm marveling over God's lovingkindness. He knew exactly what I needed and arranged circumstances so that I would be surprised by His gift to me. What an amazing God! Now if only I could learn to trust His kindness to me even when life is crazy - instead of complaining...
Back to scrapbooking!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Pink Eye Germs
Well, Caleb (who hardly ever reads this blog - that I know of anyway) told me that I should really blog more often. I added that to the fact that the picture of our family on the top is a year and a half old and the "about me" at the top doesn't even mention Julia, and I decided I've been seriously slacking. Not that I haven't been busy. Three kids tend to tug at me all the time. But, I don't hear anyone screaming, "mommy!" right now. =)
I've been stuck in my house with pink eye germs for what seems like forever. It really hasn't been that long. We went grocery shopping Friday before Kylie's eye turned all puffy and red. So I guess that's only technically 3 1/2 days. I think I just missed church yesterday. Caleb said I could go, and I was part way there with Ethan and Julia in tow, and then Caleb realized that he was on-call, and couldn't watch Kylie in case he had to go to work. So, back home we went. It was very disappointing. I don't realize how much I look forward to and need the encouragement from fellow believers worshipping and God speaking at church until I haven't been in a while. I've missed choir for the last two Wednesday nights (and will be missing it again this week I'm sure), and the week before this week, I was in Central City at my parent's church. Not that there's anything wrong with their church, but it just doesn't feel like home. So, I listened to Pastor Tom's sermon from last week online and called it good. I'd better start praying for no one else to get pink eye before Sunday next week - especially since I'm in nursery.
I've been thinking... I think I need to be more thankful for where I am instead of wishing I were in a different place. Let me explain. Alot of people I know are enjoying so many fun things. They're FREE to vacation in exotic locations, travel around the world, use their minds and abilities at work every day, go to a movie, enjoy a restaurant or a walk in the park, read a book, or even get all sweaty running four miles if they feel like it. Their lives are full of spontenaity, friends, relaxing, enjoying, fun, even mundane stuff like cleaning a house without interruptions, or going to sleep knowing you can sleep in in the morning. And I sit at home and take care of kids. Don't get me wrong. I love my kids and wouldn't trade them for anything. But, sometimes I have to admit, it would be really nice just to do something just because I wanted to and it sounded like fun. I feel like my time is not my own. I'm not able to just go and do anything without thinking about the needs of 3 or 4 other very needy people. I realize it's a stage of my life. Intellectually I know it won't last forever. And I know how precious these fleeting moments with my kids are. They bring such joy and happiness into my life. I need to be more thankful for who God has made me and where he has put me instead of moping over the overabundance of dirty diapers and whiny kids, screaming babies and pink eye germs.
I've been stuck in my house with pink eye germs for what seems like forever. It really hasn't been that long. We went grocery shopping Friday before Kylie's eye turned all puffy and red. So I guess that's only technically 3 1/2 days. I think I just missed church yesterday. Caleb said I could go, and I was part way there with Ethan and Julia in tow, and then Caleb realized that he was on-call, and couldn't watch Kylie in case he had to go to work. So, back home we went. It was very disappointing. I don't realize how much I look forward to and need the encouragement from fellow believers worshipping and God speaking at church until I haven't been in a while. I've missed choir for the last two Wednesday nights (and will be missing it again this week I'm sure), and the week before this week, I was in Central City at my parent's church. Not that there's anything wrong with their church, but it just doesn't feel like home. So, I listened to Pastor Tom's sermon from last week online and called it good. I'd better start praying for no one else to get pink eye before Sunday next week - especially since I'm in nursery.
I've been thinking... I think I need to be more thankful for where I am instead of wishing I were in a different place. Let me explain. Alot of people I know are enjoying so many fun things. They're FREE to vacation in exotic locations, travel around the world, use their minds and abilities at work every day, go to a movie, enjoy a restaurant or a walk in the park, read a book, or even get all sweaty running four miles if they feel like it. Their lives are full of spontenaity, friends, relaxing, enjoying, fun, even mundane stuff like cleaning a house without interruptions, or going to sleep knowing you can sleep in in the morning. And I sit at home and take care of kids. Don't get me wrong. I love my kids and wouldn't trade them for anything. But, sometimes I have to admit, it would be really nice just to do something just because I wanted to and it sounded like fun. I feel like my time is not my own. I'm not able to just go and do anything without thinking about the needs of 3 or 4 other very needy people. I realize it's a stage of my life. Intellectually I know it won't last forever. And I know how precious these fleeting moments with my kids are. They bring such joy and happiness into my life. I need to be more thankful for who God has made me and where he has put me instead of moping over the overabundance of dirty diapers and whiny kids, screaming babies and pink eye germs.
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