Boys will be boys

So the other night, Ty and I were awakened numerous by a child. Oh no, not Nolan as you might think, it was Caleb. He was complaining that his pe... hurt. Alright, whatever, it is something I will never understand but we showed him how to adjust himself and that seemed to work. Fast forward to today when we were at the library when he stuck his hand down his pants to "fix it". I was quite mortified. My house is full of boys, and sometimes I feel very out of my element.

Addictions

Sounds foreboding does it not? But really, I think we all have a bit of an addictive nature, some more than others, of course. I think on the scale of addictive personalities, I would rank in the med/high range. My latest addiction (which I happily share with others) is this crazy game-Settlers of Catan. Why I enjoy frivolously spending many hours upon hours playing this game, I have yet to figure out. It is the perfect blend of strategy and chance where every game is different enough that it holds my interest. It doesn't hurt to win every once in a while, as well.

In addition to that, I am addicted to 24 (the television show) and LOST. Nothing inherently wonderful about these shows, but they are different from your average sitcom. I like trying to figure things out and form my theories. So, there you have it, my addictions of the moment. You are absolutely welcome to join me in my madness. Come watch 24 or LOST and then we'll play Settlers!

Jungle Java and the New Tooth

Sounds like a great title for a children's book, right? Nope, just today's happenings. Caleb and I went to Jungle Java along with our MOPS group today. That place is a kids' wonderland of climbing fun and they have great coffee as well. Caleb enjoyed playing with lots of kids and running all over.

In Nolan news, we have not been sleeping well for several nights and today the culprit is rearing it's ugly head. Yes, a new front tooth is straining it's way through his little gums. That would make anybody wake up crying in the night. We just feel better knowing there is a reason for the madness.

Preacher's Kid

To preface this story, Caleb has been asking where Jesus is and where God is. We tell him heaven (but what can that abstract thought mean to a 2 year old) and that Jesus lives in your heart when you love him and invite him to live there. To which he responds, "My love Jesus". So, of course, Jesus (and God) live in his heart.

So the other day, Caleb comes running up to me crying and amidst the tears points to his chest and asks me to kiss his Jesus and God. After asking what?!? a couple of times I found that he had apparently hurt himself by falling on his chest, so of course, mom, you must kiss it and make my Jesus and God all better. Which, I did.

Poor kid is going to have some messed up theology.

Pondering preschools

I have been researching preschools for a couple of months now. What a hard thing. I want Caleb's first school experience to be positive, fun and exciting. I know he will love it, I'm not worried about that. I am just debating what will lead to the best possible situation for kindergarten and beyond. I love the school where I taught prior to having the boys but I also enjoy Southfield Christian. So then do I have him participate in a christian preschool or one in my school in Birmingham. Decisions, decisions...don't get me started on whether I am working or not next year, can't go there yet.

Vomitus Maximus

the title says it all, pretty much sums up the life of my household the past few days.

Enjoying versus enduring

I read a MOPS email this morning that struck me. So much of my time is spent enduring dirty diapers, nighttime wakings, cooking, laundry and all those other mundane chores. When I really and truly am very thankful that I am at home with my boys. I want to enjoy every moment with them because time marches on far too quickly. I know that Nolan will only hold onto my fingers and walk for a very short time and while I may want to get the dishes cleaned up or fold the laundry, I need to remember that each stage of their childhood is so short. Caleb is full of energy but will only play when I'm in the vicinity. If I move rooms, so must he. But someday, I will be knocking on his bedroom door wondering when he will grace us with his presence. So I choose to enjoy today and not just endure it. I will not just look forward to bedtime. I will look forward to playing basketball, peekaboo, and drinking "pretend" hot coffee.

Inspired

Since the last time I blogged, many friends have taken up the hobby of writing thoughts and sharing them and I have once again been inspired to sharing a few thoughts of my own. (Disclaimer: I make no promises, this may be the last one).

Also, since my last post, Nolan has graced our family with his presence. We are incredibly blessed. So we shall see what this next season of blogging brings!