The Mothership

HALLELUIAH! My son is able to put himself to sleep at every rest period!  He is now 14 months and just now consistent at nap time.  He has been able to put himself to sleep at night for a while now.  Can I telly you how happy this makes me?!?!?!  (I just did a little dance) This makes me happy for many reasons: I am able to get more accomplished he sleeps better and longer I'm not as frustrated with him if I ever have another child nap time/bedtime will be easier there is hope I love the time we spend in the room together before he lays down to rest.  We walk into his room and he seems to calm quickly.  We do our routine of changing his diaper, putting on his sleep sack, turning on the humidifier/heater, turning on the lullabies, reading one or two books in the rocker, and then (my favorite part) we dim the lights, lay his head on my shoulder and cuddle for a moment while I sing to him.  This almost puts me to sleep and makes me want to stay with him.  Then I quickly rememb

So it's no big news that Luke is a little mischievous, curious, dangerous, agile, unsteady, sneaky and stealthy.  All of these can be good things.  But when combined together, they create a TERRIBLE situation...at least from a mom's perspective.  The other day all these adjectives came together...and stopped my heart. Luke was being especially fussy this day and we were trying to get ready to make our way out of the door for our regular Sunday soccer game.  So naturally, Tim and I were both in the bedroom, kinda, trying to entertain Luke as we pack up.  Tim left the room for some reason and I was walking out and coming right back in less than 2 seconds...LITERALLY (notice the urgency to explain myself, which means I'm a little guilt-ridden)! I walk out of the room, hear a drawer open from our double-wide dresser.  I say, "Luke, close the drawer," as I walk into his room, grab something, and begin to turn around to walk back, I hear a noise...the biggest crash

As the song from Singing in the Rain plays in the background, I wake to the sound of my sweet little bundle of joy (who is not so little anymore).  I gaze over to the clock in a morning haze and realize it says...6 o'clock! Really!?!?!  This early? Hmmm... maybe I was hearing things.  So, I turn over, pull the covers up, and the crying persists.  I guess it's time to "wakey, wakey". It is so hard sometimes to muster the strength and energy to pull myself out of bed, or to go to him when he's woken too early from a nap.  He should be asleep!  What is this nonsense?  Then I realize he's a person too, and could quite possibly not feel well.  How frustrated would you be if you couldn't convey to a person what was wrong? There is the verse "Children are a gift from the Lord;  They are a reward from Him." Psalm 127:3.  Sometimes, this is very hard to remember.  Like when they've thrown their food/utensils/cups on the ground for the hundredth t

Do any of us really understand what it means to go hungry?  Because of certain economic circumstances some of us may, but I have to say most of the people I know, have not really GONE hungry. Most of the people I know have a house/place with heat, are not worrying about when the paycheck is coming or when they will be eating again.  I'd say most of the people I know are "fortunate."  I don't really like to speak about political issues, but I have a hard time understanding why this is a political issue?  Is it really because SO many people planned poorly and continue to do so?  Is it because they are lazy?  Is it just the hand they were dealt?  I'm not sure it's really any one of those things...maybe a compilation of some, but not black and white FOR SURE, 100% one reason! Some Americans who have poor health issues, based more around nutrition and exercise, are also considered poverty level as far as economic status.  Their health issues also contribute to

Before you read this, do you have all your Christmas decor put away? If so, then BRAVO!  If not then kudos to you to being a procrastinator! EVERY year I feel the same way about putting Christmas decorations away...I hate it!  I hate taking down, the lights outside, because it's flippin' freezing!  I hate bringing all the boxes out, only to put them right back away.  I hate what putting them away actually means...Christmas, my favorite time of year, is OVER! I LOVE everything about Christmas: the family time the cookies the traditions the ornaments the cheeriness of some the generosity bestowed to others the family time the cookies (oops...did I mention those twice?) Every year I am faced with this conundrum: to put up or not?  That is the question.  And I always answer...is there any other answer? "YES is being my answer" (if you are a fan of romantic comedies, I actually just quoted one...twenty points for you if you know to which movie I am referrin

So, it's the eve before everyone returns to work and a regular schedule or "routine" as we professionals call it;) BOOOOOO :( This "stinky feeling" overcomes me in the pit of my stomach.  I think most people qualify it as depression (maybe I should get some Abilify to make this little rain cloud disappear).  I have always had this feeling when I have to leave people whose company makes me feel alive, safe, funny, comfortable, warm, and loved inside.  I can remember as early as 4 years of age having this feeling.  It's safe to say, I'm attached to people!  It's this ugly gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach.  It makes my mood "swing", turns my stomach into knots and even makes my eyes do this funny watery thing (very weird).  This feeling slightly overcomes me even when I am just leaving a family function or friendly party.  I...JUST...CAN'T...BREAK...AWAY!  What is wrong with me? I've come to a conclusion...it's because I jus