Wednesday, May 12, 2010


I've noticed that I haven't been 'blogging' enough. And I know that I'd like to start doing it more, and I say that I will, but probably won't. But honestly, half the time I go to write one, it won't let me log in? But when I look through my blogs and only see about 3 since I had my sweet, prescious, makes me sad. So I need to say a few words to, for him.
From the time I was a little girl, I wanted to be a mommy. And not in the normal sense. I really, truly WANTED to be a mommy when I grew up. I am litterally doing my dream job every day. He is my dream! Some girls like kids, I LOVED babies and kids my entire life. I have prayed for a son of my own and God has blessed me with a healthy miracle! With the complications of the delivery, there is not a scratch on his head!
His eyes are blue as blue, and he has his daddy's tiny buns (not his mama's big ones:), he has a quiet, sweet demeanor so far, and is very well behaved. He is cuddly and I love to wake up to him (I promise!). He is so so strong and has been since he was just a few days old. I think he is going to be a wrestler! And a singer. And a Chess player. And a blog writer. ?
Hayes, I love you so much. And I pray that you will use the mind that God gave you for good and not for evil, and that you think of others just as important as yourself. And that credit cards are bad.


Sometimes I can get in a bad mood over the dumbest stuff because, well, I'm a chick and that's what I do. I try not to externalize it because in my head, I know it's dumb. So if I make it known aloud, it will just sound even more dumb, which actually helps me with my attitude. Make sense? Absolutely not, I know. ANYWAYS. The other day, I was feeling like my whole day was ruined because C.J. got up with the baby and let me go back to sleep. Right there, is a wonderful. This is something he does often, and he is wonderful. After he fed the baby and played with him awhile, he woke me up and said 'here you go, I think I'm going to go back to sleep. He want's his mama'. And of course I acted super excited to get to take over. But in my heart, I was bitter. Very bitter. So mad. Because I'm not a moring person. Now, let me tell you, that it was almost 9 am at this point. Which is much later than most college kids get to sleep till. Anyways, I like to start my day with coffee and some Bible. I opened the book of Acts and it was talking about one of Paul's journeys. Paul is probably my favorite Bible character. I like how he thinks. In this particular chapter, which I've read before, he was in a boat traveling to some land with some dudes he didn't really know and who didn't really know him and who didn't really know God. And it had been storming for a really long time. 14 days in fact. And they all thought they were going to die. They hadn't ate, or slept and they were sick and miserable. Paul is always positive. And he's always content. And he's always talking about how content he is in every situation whethere he has a little or a lot. Anyways, the point is, this chapter is basically describing how crappy this storm and this boat is and horrible they feel physically. And then I read the words I needed to hear that I need to read every time I feel like complaining about my situation. "About midnight on the 14th night of the storm.." WOW! My husband woke me up at 9 am so I could stick my baby in the bouncy chair so I could drink some coffee and read that?! And Paul has probably been barfing and having diarrhea (if there is any food to barf up) for 10 days in the rain with complete strangers and he has an amazing attitude at all times. Something to strive towards!