Hard at work.
Just for you, Grandma T. Kole!
Whew, Duplo building is exhausting, especially with a crummy cold.
Ah, popsicles. Just what the Mama ordered.
Thanks, Grandma. The blocks are getting lots of use!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Best Friends
The babe and I have both been dealing with colds. I think I may have got the worst of it (which I'm thankful for, actually). Regardless, we have been spending a lot of time laying around, watching cartoons, and reading. This happened today while laying on the couch together:
Norah sits up after I've been tickling her with my feet.
NRK: "Mama, I have a question for you."
Mama: "Yes, Norah?"
NRK: "You can tickle me all day long."
Mama laughs: "Oh yeah?"
NRK: "Yeah. We're best friends."
Special thank you to my hubbs. He slept on the couch last night so I could have the bed to myself. He basically parented 98% of today so I could sleep/rest. I married a good man.
Norah sits up after I've been tickling her with my feet.
NRK: "Mama, I have a question for you."
Mama: "Yes, Norah?"
NRK: "You can tickle me all day long."
Mama laughs: "Oh yeah?"
NRK: "Yeah. We're best friends."
Special thank you to my hubbs. He slept on the couch last night so I could have the bed to myself. He basically parented 98% of today so I could sleep/rest. I married a good man.
Monday, February 27, 2012
It's Ours!
Mama and NRK see a puppy and its owner outside the apartment window.
NRK: "Look Mama! A PUPPY!"
Mama: "Oooo, I see it NK. Isn't it cute?!"
NRK: "Maybe it's ours?!"
Mama: "No. It belongs to that lady right there."
NRK: "No. It's ours!"
If I could, I would my dear.
NRK: "Look Mama! A PUPPY!"
Mama: "Oooo, I see it NK. Isn't it cute?!"
NRK: "Maybe it's ours?!"
Mama: "No. It belongs to that lady right there."
NRK: "No. It's ours!"
If I could, I would my dear.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
At peace.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:11-13 NIV
Not the plans we have for ourselves.
Not the hope we create for ourselves.
This verse is very difficult for a control junky - someone who likes to have the details of life all planned out. I find comfort in knowing my life has a plan and purpose. A purpose that is deep, beautiful, and can help bring heaven to earth. But my brain immediately searches for details - what does that look like right now, tomorrow, the future? Then I worry I should be doing more. But worrying is pointless. God has it all figured out; planned out. Everything I do has the potential to impact the world around me. The catch? I have to chose to trust even when I'd rather be worrying. Isn't that absurd? Sometimes I find it easier to make a list of all the options and possible outcomes of a situation rather than trust God has the best ending for me... one that I may not even think up on my own.
Evidence: Six years ago, did I think I'd marry someone like MK (I mean that in a very kind and endearing way)? No. Did I think I'd get engaged and marry someone under a year of dating? Heck no. Did I think I would end up in NH? Definitely not. Did I ever think I would have a baby at 24? No stinkin' way. You get the idea. Basically my life at present is something I never imagined possible. But I could not have created anything more blessed myself. I never knew I could love one man and one little girl SO much. I never imagined having friends who truly ARE family. I never knew I could actually have a job that I enjoy - where my organizational abilities, attention to detail, and intelligence are highly valued and appreciated. When I am striving to love my husband, my daughter, the people around me... even myself (in an unselfish way), regardless of location or details... I am bringing God here. One small act of faith at a time, I am bringing heaven here.
Shalom.
Not the hope we create for ourselves.
This verse is very difficult for a control junky - someone who likes to have the details of life all planned out. I find comfort in knowing my life has a plan and purpose. A purpose that is deep, beautiful, and can help bring heaven to earth. But my brain immediately searches for details - what does that look like right now, tomorrow, the future? Then I worry I should be doing more. But worrying is pointless. God has it all figured out; planned out. Everything I do has the potential to impact the world around me. The catch? I have to chose to trust even when I'd rather be worrying. Isn't that absurd? Sometimes I find it easier to make a list of all the options and possible outcomes of a situation rather than trust God has the best ending for me... one that I may not even think up on my own.
Evidence: Six years ago, did I think I'd marry someone like MK (I mean that in a very kind and endearing way)? No. Did I think I'd get engaged and marry someone under a year of dating? Heck no. Did I think I would end up in NH? Definitely not. Did I ever think I would have a baby at 24? No stinkin' way. You get the idea. Basically my life at present is something I never imagined possible. But I could not have created anything more blessed myself. I never knew I could love one man and one little girl SO much. I never imagined having friends who truly ARE family. I never knew I could actually have a job that I enjoy - where my organizational abilities, attention to detail, and intelligence are highly valued and appreciated. When I am striving to love my husband, my daughter, the people around me... even myself (in an unselfish way), regardless of location or details... I am bringing God here. One small act of faith at a time, I am bringing heaven here.
Shalom.
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