Monthly Archives: September 2008

6 Random Things

1. I am totally into listening to the Boundless podcast, even though I don’t completely fit into the demographic it’s aimed at. 

2. Tonight I want to bake some potatoes, so I Googled “How to bake a potato” (yes, I needed to look it up. Leave me alone.) Much to my surprise, there is a website called — fittingly —!

3. I love, love, LOVE fall!

4. This afternoon I went through a brief scare, thinking that (due to insurance changes) I would need to switch from my midwife and hospital (who I LOOOOVE) midway through my pregnancy. I then found out I won’t need to after all. PHEW! Sometimes the relief of finding out you didn’t need to panic is worth the panic itself.

5. Tonight I get to meet my friend Aimee for coffee. Yay! 🙂

6. This morning I saw the headline in the newspaper about some Cadbury chocolate manufactured in China being tainted, and my first thought was not “Oh, I hope people aren’t getting sick”. No, it was a panicked “Will this affect the creme eggs?!!”


Day Lilies

Early this summer, we went through a difficult time of loss, and wanted to plant something to commemorate it with. After a trip to Bachman’s, we selected these day lilies. I loved their bright color (we didn’t have any flowers in front of our house), but more than that, I LOVED how they represent the concept of hope.

Even as the blossoms frequently wither, there is always the promise that new ones will appear.

Life is so often like that, isn’t it. We suffer loss, relationships wither, heartache happens. But with Christ, there is always the hope that tomorrow will hold something bright and beautiful. Something that may not take away the pain of our loss, but something that will, perhaps, help us see just a bigger piece of the picture — putting our pain in perspective just a little bit better — or at the very least will bring us a measure of comfort.

Our loss will always be just that — a loss. That experience will forever be imprinted on our hearts and minds and nothing will be able to replace what we lost.

But something bright and beautiful has been given to us, sooner than we expected. Something that is reminding us of the goodness and grace of God.

Even as I type, a new life, not much larger than a fig, is being fearfully and wonderfully knit within me. A life with a beating heart (which I heard last week!), wiggling limbs, and (yes, Juno) fingernails! A life that we eagerly anticipate meeting face to face come mid-April. I am roughly 11 1/2 weeks along.

The past several weeks have been filled with anxiety topped of with a good measure of nausea — but I accept it more eagerly than I would have before.

May we all remember that even in loss…heartache…pain of any kind …that something beautiful awaits. May we all have eyes to see all He has done and is doing for us. I pray that we will find hope, not in replacing what was lost or easing what is hurting, but in the promise given by the Author of all things bright and beautiful — the Lord God, who made them all.

Surely He remains our only hope!

Need Your Input: What to Feed My 1-Year Old

Now that baby boy is one, we are trying to expand his menu a bit, past the Gerber’s stage 3 foods he has been eating almost exclusively, but I’m finding myself at a loss for what to feed him (especially for lunch) so I thought I’d throw the question out to all of you more experienced mommies: what kinds of things did you feed your 1 year old for lunch?

I want him to eat a healthy, fairly well-balanced diet…no nuts…trying to stay away from eggs right now…but beyond that I’m not sure what to give him! I feel so clueless. So far my only ideas are Annie’s macaroni & cheese, Annie’s spagghetio’s, cut up “quesadilla’s” (tortillas w/ cheese & maybe mashed up black beans), cut up string cheese/crackers/cut up lunch meat, cooked/cut up carrots, baked potatoes, pastas….and I’m out of ideas. 

The finger foods he already eats regularly are grapes (cut into eighths), Gerber’s puffs, cheerios, Gerber’s wheels and little crunchers (similar to Veggie Booty), bananas…and that’s about it.

So I’d love to hear from you. What did you do? Thanks!

Wordless Wednesday

This Has Been in My Head All Day

Now it’s in yours.


A Year in Pictures

Happy Birthday, Buddy.

Your daddy and I are SO grateful that we get to be your parents. 

You are growing so fast…but this memory will always be treasured in your mommy’s heart:

Life Lesson 308: Always Check to See if There is A Line First

Yesterday we attended a “couples shower” for some dear friends of ours who are getting married next month. We brought little W along with us, but as the shower got underway and the guests were being introduced, he got a bit antsy, so I brought him downstairs to play. A few minutes later, the food was served, so M came downstairs to relieve me of my childcare duties so I could go up and get something to eat. I was so excited — I was STARVING. I couldn’t wait to eat. I thanked the husband, went up stairs, and headed straight for the buffet table. Oh, was there a smorgasboard there. I giddily grabbed a plate and began piling it high. Surely this would hit the spot. It looked SO good, I wondered why no one else was eating yet, other than the happy couple.

Then I realized the only people at the buffet table were the happy couple and I.

I turned around and realized (much to my horror) that, stringing the through the living room was a curved “line” of people. This series of thoughts quickly hit me:

1. There is a LINE in the living room.

2. Obviously, the happy couple were asked to be first in that line.

3. I just walked upstairs, walked directly past the line of people, straight to the table and piled my plate high.

By the time this realization hit, it was too late. I hadn’t just STARTED getting my food; my plate was completely full. There was no turning back now. And the worst part was that nobody SAID anything! Too embarrassed to inquire as to whether or not I had committed such a faux pas, I sheepishly took my plate, stepped away from the table, and ran into a hole back downstairs to my loving husband.

“I think I just butted in line!” I said, explaining the whole situation.

“No, I’m sure you didn’t,” he reassured me.

At that very moment another guest came downstairs and we overheard him talking to a friend:

“I was gonna eat now, but I think I’ll wait til the line dies down.”

My husband looked at me and snickered. 

I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide for the rest of the day.

But I didn’t. I stayed and had fun anyway, and not another word was said about me butting in line.

Hopefully all have forgotten.