In Retrospect: Thoughts On the Past Week

Friday, April 26, 2013

  • Today I found out that there is such a thing as Period Parties.  Imagine my surprise when I found out that this wasn't the type of party where you go dressed as Joan of Arc or if you're really bold, Lady Godiva.  Oh no, this is a party you throw your daughter when she gets her first period.  They're called Menarche parties.  I can't believe this even exists and will most likely be the catalyst for a long, ranting post some time on how people will throw parties for anything these days.  Seriously, party planners have taken things just a little too far.  I can't imagine the utter mortification of any young lady whose mother is delusional enough to think that she wants to do anything other than wear sweats, eat chocolate, and watch movies.
  • The Word On the Street for Thursday's Sesame Street was vibrate.  I am a horrible person, but I honestly heard double entendres throughout the whole episode.  It's sad that I've let myself think such things, but you know that the people making Sesame Street had one heck of a time producing that episode.
  • Any company that tries to sell their goods with a commercial featuring the Harlem Shake, does NOT have my business.  I'm calling you out, Hyundai!  That fad was over before it began.
  • I honestly don't know if there is anything more boring to watch on television than the NFL Draft.  Tyler Wilson better get drafted soon.  I don't care if he is from Sheldon's home town.
  • Sheldon was nice enough to tell me that with my 33rd birthday being next Wednesday, in four months I'll 1/3 the way to 100.  I was not amused.
  • We took Ladybug to Razorfest last weekend.  She's still a little young for it.
  • I honestly don't think winter is ever going to end.
  • A $3 purse with monkeys on it from Walmart goes a long way with a Ladybug.
  • I think the Doggie Dooley septic tank Sheldon buried in our back yard is sort of working.  I'm not really paying much attention to it.  
  • When a kid won't eat or drink due to teething, give her a popsicle.
  • I'm supposed to tell Sheldon what I want for my birthday.  I honestly don't know what to tell him.  Any suggestions?
  • Lastly, don't forget to follow me everywhere!

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Don't Throw Away the Dandelions

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

I think that I log on to Pinterest in order to read memes, funny memes and serious, thought-provoking memes, more than anything  To me, they're usually a nice distraction from everyday frustrations.  There are two serious memes in particular that are related to parenting and have struck a serious chord with me.  I posted them both below, because I think that they're both very true statements.  I hope that I never forget them.  I know from experience how very true they are.  You see, I was the child whose mother didn't listen to her, and I was the child who brought my mother "flowers," only to have her throw them outside and complain to me for bringing in weeds.

 You know all of those heartwarming blog posts where daughters extol all of the virtues of their awesome mothers?  This isn't one of those.  This is me being honest, because I think that the blogging world needs a bit of honesty and reality to go against the seemingly perfect lives that no one lives.  The truth is that I don't really talk to my mom.  You know, we don't have long, meaningful discussions - ever. I don't tell her most of what is going on in our lives.   What I do share with her, I edit more than I did any research paper in college.  Our conversations usually revolve around the weather, people I don't know, her endless complaints about various other family members, and as little information about what's really happening here as possible.  She was the last person I told I was pregnant with Ladybug, and I did that because I felt that I had to in order to keep down my stress.

I don't really remember a time when I did tell her things. We have never had the type of relationship where I felt comfortable telling her anything. When I did attempt to talk to her, she would only half listen enough to get details horribly wrong or to criticize whatever I was telling her.  She would rather have read my diary (if I kept one) than ever stop criticizing me to listen to what I had to say - about anything.  To this day, I have to psyche myself up just to call her up on the phone once a week.  I give her as little of myself as possible in order to protect myself.  Yes, it sucks.  Yes, I've tried to make things better.  This isn't about getting help with that relationship.  It is what it is.  Now I don't care to anymore.  I just don't want to have the same relationship with my daughter as my mother does with me.

This is not a mom-bashing post, really. I'm not ungrateful for all that my mother did to raise me.  I do love my mother, I just don't want to be like her, especially when it comes to being a mom.  I never want Ladybug to feel that she can't tell me something; good or bad.  I don't ever want her to believe that I'll think something so very big to her is unimportant to me.  I don't want to throw away the dandelions.  I want to listen to and enjoy the small stuff with her, so that when the big stuff happens she'll want to come to me.  I want to remember take a moment from what I want in order to listen to her enough in conversation to be able to pick out a gift for her come her birthday or Christmas.

The truth of the matter is that my mother doesn't know me.  She doesn't understand me.  She never has and never will.  She assumes a great deal, and we know what becomes of people who assume things. She's never stopped pushing me to be what she thinks I should be in order to actually become acquainted with who I really am.  It's a fact that I've not only reconciled myself to, but I've moved beyond it.  I don't want to be sixty-four years old, wondering why my thirty-three-year-old daughter only calls once a week or so.

We begin laying the foundation for our future relationships with our children from the get-go.  How we act to our children now will have a direct result in how they react to us later in life.  Keep the dandelions they give you and make necklaces and bracelets from them.  When your child wants to whisper something in your ear, even gibberish, bend to her  level rather than shoo her away from you.  When Ladybug hands me dead leaves, I happily take them.  When she wants to tell me something, I make sure to listen even though 65-70% (at least) of what she says is still unintelligible.

God blessed me with this beautiful, fascinating person in my life.  I get be her mom.  That's a privilege I'll never take lightly.  I think I'm the big winner here.  I definitely don't want to take such a blessing for granted, and I never want her to feel that she can't talk to me.

Follow Me Friday!

Friday, April 19, 2013

In case you haven't been made aware of it, Google Reader will be no more come July 1 of this year.  This caused a mass panic in this world of blog readers.  There are still several ways to follow blogs and other RSS feeds you love.  Today I'm inviting you to follow my blog on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and what seems to be everyone's replacement for Google Reader and Friend Connect, Bloglovin.  I'm going to be honest and let you know that I often post different things on each.  So, follow or like all of the above, please!

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I Count On Carter's

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Ladybug would run around naked if not for Carter's.  Seriously.  Sometimes I don't think she would mind, because she rather likes streaking through the house in nothing but her Pampers.  However, I prefer to keep her clothed, and most of the time those clothes come from Carters.

We brought Ladybug home from the hospital
 in a neutral-gender ducky outfit from Carter's.
You may not have noticed, but even if you don't buy your kid's clothes at a Carter's store or their online store, they're still very likely Carter's or a Carter's brand, especially pajamas.  Walmart carries a Carter's brand, called Child Of Mine.  Target has three Carter's brands:  Just One You, Precious Firsts, and Genuine Kids.  Technically OshKosh B'gosh is owned by Carter's also.  You can buy Carter's clothes at JCP, Macy's, Kohl's, and several other places.  I choose to buy directly at the Carter's store, because the prices don't seemed to be marked up like they are at other stores.  Thankfully one opened in Fayetteville the year before Ladybug was born, and an obsession was born.
  • Price
The first reason I like to mostly shop at Carter's for Ladybug's clothes is the price.  In the past 14.5 months, she has grown several sizes and has had to have all-new wardrobes many times.  I can buy her enough clothes to keep her covered and also to keep me from constantly washing little person laundry without going broke.  Just this past Tuesday I purchased her several short-sleeved shirts for seven dollars a piece and less.  I've looked around and can't really beat that anywhere but Walmart, and I didn't like what they had for cheaper.  In-store, they have a great rewards points program that I've taken advantage of quite often.  There are always coupons to use and sales to take advantage of both in-store and online.

Ladybug had "Bee" jammies in every size until she outgrew them.  They're a favorite of mine.
  • Comfort
Carter's clothes are soft to the touch and comfortable for Ladybug to wear.  She doesn't even seem uncomfortable when she's wearing dresses and tights.  Some clothes I've bought for her from other places have seemed rough by comparison, even after several washings.  To me, her comfort is more important than just about anything else.
    Her first Halloween costume came from Carter's
  • Quality
Carter's clothes are durable.  As the mother of any infant or toddler will attest to, their little one's clothes see a great deal of the inside of the washer and dryer.  There were times, back when she was little,  that Ladybug would get poop or spitup just all over everything.  That first year, I ran many special loads to soak her clothes in OxyClean to make sure they didn't stain.  She did wear the knees out of some of her pajamas when she was crawling all over the house, but everything else has held up so well that if there's ever a little sister, she'll be well dressed.  They retained color and shape far better than many of my clothes have.
I probably went overboard there at Christmas.
  • Style
Now I don't dress Ladybug in much that is too frilly.  That's just not how we roll in our house.  I do like her to be dressed nicely and cute though.  I love when she can wear socks and hair bows (but not the big ones) to match her outfits.  Ladybug loves when I put her in the cute dresses I get for her at Carter's, and just this past Sunday, she brought me a cardigan from Carter's to compliment her outfit.  She looked so nice that she spent a good five to ten minutes in front of the mirror admiring herself.  I can buy her tastefully stylish clothes at Carter's and not ever feel like I'm dressing her like a miniature prostitute.  I've never seen anything in the store or online that has made me feel like I was sexualizing my child.  To me, that means more than words can express.

  • Convenience

  • Have I mentioned that there's a Carter's store nearby?  Well, there is.  Not only that, but their website is super-easy to navigate, I've got their sizing down to an art form, and orders are always shipped promptly.  Also, I can get just about everything that Ladybug needs at Carter's.  I buy her every day clothes there, bathing suits, dresses for church, socks, hair bows, dress shoes, and sometimes even toys from Carter's.  Going from store to store with a little one can be a trial, but Ladybug loves going into "her store" and shopping.

    So, I really do "Count on Carter's," like the commercials say.  I'm sure that without them, we'd make do.  However I'm very glad that we don't have to.  I've grown older and dislike spending entire days just shopping from store to store.  I don't look forward to the days when I can't buy her everything she needs in one place.  I like that I know that I'm getting an all-around good product at Carter's.  I wish finding dresses and other clothes for myself was that easy.

    Do you have a go-to place for your kids' clothes?  Do you have a go-to place for most of your clothes?

    *I have not received any type of request or compensation from Carter's to write this post.  This is just me, singing the praises of a company I love doing business with and wanted to share it with you.  Also, this makes me feel better, because I but too much from them to write a review of every product I buy on their website.

    The News Junkie Turns Off the News

    Tuesday, April 16, 2013

    All of my life, I've been a news junkie.  I remember coming home from Morning Kindergarten in January of 1986, and watching coverage of the Challenger explosion with a great deal of clarity.   The Persian Gulf War started just a few months after my Dad passed away, and as a sort of escape my mother watched the CNN coverage almost constantly.  I watched most of it alongside her.  In April of 1995, I wasn't quite 15 years old when a bomb went off in Oklahoma City while I was taking a weekly Algebra test in my remote, little part of the state.  The following days I remember spending as much time as possible in the library, watching the old big screen TV coverage rather than in class.  I was prepping for a quiz over a couple acts or A Midsummer Night's Dream before my Tuesday morning Shakespeare's Histories and Comedies class my Senior year of college and thought I had turned my TV on to some action movie on USA before I realized it was on CNN, and the World Trade Center was being dive bombed.  At some point I found a blank VHS tape and started recording the events.  In each of these circumstances, I have images burned in my memory; each image burning a piece of my innocence away from me.

    Ladybug was taking her nap yesterday afternoon when the bombs went off at the Boston Marathon.  I was resting on the couch.  I was attempting to de-stress a bit after basically fighting with her most of the morning because she is cutting her last one-year molar.  Let's just say that when Ladybug is good, she is good.  When she is bad, she is bad.  Anyway, I was hoping to finally get a start reading and commenting on all of the wonderful posts from the Sunday link-up at Arkansas Women Bloggers (as is my Monday habit) when I just happened to check Twitter and saw my pal JR tweet about the bombing.  I grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off of the Gray's Anatomy rerun that I was half paying attention to and found news coverage of the event.  Then, I texted news to Sheldon at work.  Then I watched and refreshed Twitter over and over, waiting for new information.

    Then Ladybug woke from her nap.  She woke up grouchy, and Lucy and Dory wanted to go outside to play, so we all went outside for a bit.  Ladybug played with her bubble mower some, and I threw various toys for the girls to fetch.  In the midst of all this, I realized that I wasn't really missing much.  If something else happened, I had my phone with me, and it would have alerted me.  It wasn't necessary for me to be glued to the television.  I could watch news coverage after she went to bed that night.  She didn't need to be subjected to the raw emotions, the graphic images, or the fear and grief people were exhibiting - not at this early stage of her life.

    Some might say I'm burying my head in the sand and ignoring the situation.  I'm not.  I'm just choosing my child's innocence over my own addiction.  I am a news junkie.  It is an addiction, not a need.  I'm keeping up with everything.  I'm praying for those affected by someone else's terrible actions.  In a way, I'm also protecting my child from terrorism.  Yes, she may be in the room while I'm catching up a little, but there are flowers to smell, balls to throw, and songs to dance to also.  If I allow myself to become consumed by the news coverage and ignore those things, then I think that terrorism has won part of the battle.  I think that it's better to dance  with my daughter.

    When something like yesterday's bombing happens, do you become glued to the news?  Or do you make sure to step away from it?  Do you shield your children from it as much as possible?

    So Good

    Monday, April 15, 2013

    Tonight while I was bathing Ladybug, we listened to "Bob and Larry's Toddler Songs," a VeggieTales album.  I bought several songs from it over a year ago, after my first panic of not knowing the words to any childrens' songs and having to sing "Physical" by Olivia Newton John to her our first night home.  She has always liked the songs, but now is really starting to enjoy them, especially "The Wheels On the Bus."  Anyway, tonight we were listening when "God Is So Good" played.  It was the last song, and we were headed downstairs, so I started to turn off her iPod dock.  Just as the song ended, she plainly sang, "So good!"  I thought that it was just about the sweetest thing I had ever heard.

    That said, it only deepened my recent thinking about how much of everything she hears, she retains, and will eventually repeat.  Thinking along those lines, I thought about what I want her to repeat and what I don't. Gone are the days of just watching or listening to anything we want when she is with us.  I want her head and her heart filled with things that are "true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise..."  I don't want her head filled with garbage or foul language.  I especially won't think it's cute if I hear such things come from her sweet little voice.

    In thinking along these lines though, I am convicted because it's not just her head that shouldn't be filled with such things.  They're not something to be saved for when she is asleep or not home.  They're things I shouldn't be allowing into my own mind.  When I was a kid, my Mom often said, "If you're somewhere your children shouldn't be, then you probably shouldn't be there either."  That's one thing that she and I can actually agree upon.

    I'm not saying that I'm going to stop watching movies and television or stop listening to music.  I'm not, but I'm realizing that some things just aren't necessary for entertainment.  If it's something I would be ashamed or embarrassed to have my child find me watching or listening to, then it's probably something I should abstain from consuming.  Wow.  That's a word that's often made out to be dirty these days.

    Abstain.  Self-control.  Personal responsibility.  I am the sole person responsible for the things with which I fill my life.  I am one of two people entrusted by God with the responsibility of allowing and not allowing certain things into Ladybug's life - at least at this early stage.  I think it's time to focus more on Philippians 4:8 than ever, don't you?

    13 Random Facts About Adrienne On the 13th

    Saturday, April 13, 2013

    It's Saturday.  I want to have a little fun and think happy, weekendy thoughts.  So, I thought I would share just some random facts about myself.
    1. I don't run.  I don't have anything against people who run, but I just have never been a runner.  When all the kids would line up to race in order to try out for the Little Olympics, I was always in last place.  I walk, and I love to bike.  I just don't run... unless someone is chasing me, or there's an emergency with someone I love.  I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I can't breathe properly for running due to my horribly crooked nose and deviated septum.  Whenever to go to any walk/run for a cause, I walk or walk a dog. 
    2. Not only do I have issues running, but I can't see movies in 3D, because I lack something called "convergence" in my eyes.  My optometrist showed me exercises to do a few years ago, but after 30 years, I didn't feel like I was missing anything.  The worst thing is that I can't really see up close enough to sew, not that I really want to anyway.
    3. I have a HUGE aversion to onions.  This isn't a leftover thing from pregnancy.  I just don't like them, unless they're onion rings.  Onions smell like sweaty people or vice versa, and I just can't go there.
    4. I'm a huge history buff.  My favorite time period is basically 1 A.D. to present time.  
    5. I have a collection of antique cameras that I need to start adding to again some time.
    6. If I'm sick, I just want to curl up on the couch and watch reruns of The Golden Girls, Designing Women, Grey's Anatomy, and/or the 1995 Pride and Prejudice.
    7. Usually when I see something that says "DIY," I run the other direction.
    8. When I was in the 8th grade, I jumped on my couch to put on my shoes for school, not realizing that a pair of scissors had managed to get lodged between the cushions.  I yelled for help and pulled them out before passing out on another couch in the living room.  I'm now very careful about were people leave scissors.
    9. For my eleventh birthday, my friend Nicole I and went to play Putt-putt golf (You know, the one on Towson in Fort Smith).  I hit my ball in the water and tried to reach it.  Nicole came to help, tripped on a rusty putt-putt sign, cutting her leg and beaning me in the head with her putter.  Sometimes I wonder if we should let our daughters play together.  Yeah, we should!
    10. I absolutely do not watch scary/ slasher/ thriller movies.  I don't like them, and no longer feel pressured to have to watch them with friends or relatives.  Give some historical drama anytime, and I'll be happy.
    11. I may live in one of the most beautiful areas there is, but there are times when I long for the east-west mountains of the Ouachitas and home.  I want to watch sunset on the Runestone, jump in Cedar Lake, and drive Talimena with the windows rolled down.
    12. Growing up naturally very thin, people were always rather rude and mean about my size.  They never knew what it was like to almost fall out of rides at amusement parks because the seat belts were too big.
    13. The first song I ever sang to Ladybug was Olivia Newton John's "Physical," because it was the only thing that came to mind in the middle of the night her first night home.  Below is a Vine video of her dancing to that song a little over a year later.  Have a great weekend, everyone!

    Why Do I Blog?

    Tuesday, April 9, 2013

    A very good friend of mine posted on Twitter today that she is brimming with blog topics at just the time she's considering quitting the blogging game all together, finding the whole process to be meaningless.  I replied, stating that I would miss her posts and suggested she write a pro-con list.  Of course, this discussion also brought up similar feelings that I too have had boiling about within me.  After all, why do I blog?  Why did I start blogging?  Why do any of us blog?  What is the purpose of blogging, and what do I want for and from my blog?

    My First Blogger Post - 8/31/05
    I started blogging in 2004, I think.  My first few posts were on a LiveJournal page.  I started jotting down my thoughts on certain events and more importantly, I was trying to journal the adventures that Sheldon and I had during the early days of our marriage.  Around this time I was also spending an inordinate amount of time at, reading every decent (and not-so-decent) fan fiction based on the Anne of Green Gables series.  It was through this that I came into contact with several young ladies at about the same place in life with many of the same interests.  I started a blog on Blogger where we could bounce ideas off of each other, beta read for each other, and generally become friends.  At about the same time, I started a personal blog on Blogger as well to take the place of the LiveJournal one.

    That personal blog has had many incarnations.  I have moved it to Vox, then to Wordpress, then back to Blogger over the years.  It has had more names that I can recall.  At one point a few years back, I decided to start yet another blog; a dog blog that focused on the adventures of Lucy and Dory all the while trumpeting the benefits of rescuing, finding a reputable breeder if you want a pure breed, and other general doggy things.  In terms of readership, The Rowdy Retriever Girls has been my most successful blog, but once I got pregnant with Ladybug we haven't been able to take them on as many adventures.  So I focused more on my personal blog again.  Then, a little while after Ladybug was born, I realized that while I don't want to delete that blog, it was time to start a new one and embrace this new chapter of my life.  Sometimes the old blog got a little too personal.  I could share without sharing too much.  So, 180° From Crunchy was born.

    I write what is on my heart most of the time.  I get "the flash" for those of you who know Emily of New Moon terms.  Blogging is cathartic, and it has introduced me to some remarkable people - mostly women.  First, through A Tangled Blog, and also now through the Arkansas Women Bloggers and Oklahoma Women Bloggers.  I think that's what draws a great many of us to blogging.  It connects us to kindred spirits or The Race That Knows Joseph.  I honestly don't know what the past almost ten years would have been like if I hadn't made friends with Cathy and Louise.  We may not agree on everything, but we've also been a support system for each other over the years, and I never want to lose that, and I love that I'm still finding friends to connect with through blogging.

    Though I spend most posts discussing what is going on in the world of Ladybug, this is still my blog.  It chronicles my story.  Whether I have 5000 or 5 readers, I feel that my story is as important as any other story.  Yes, I am a bit of a narcissist, but if I can share my faith with just one person with my unique Adrienne-ness, then I think it is worth it.  If someone stumbles upon this blog and finds a kindred spirit, and feels a little less alone, then it's worth it.  If no one ever reads this, and some day I can just look back at these years - on all my blogs - with joy and happiness, it's worth it.  Whether or not I ever try to make money from blogging, I haven't decided.  Blogging has changed a great deal since I opened my Blogger account in March of 2005.  Of course, I have changed as well.  It's chronicled in post after post.  I hope that I continue to grow just as blogging evolves.

    If my friend quits blogging, I'll miss her insights that are too deep to fit in a tweet a great deal.  I do know that there comes a time to stop doing one thing when it no longer fulfills you though.  We are constantly letting go of one thing and embracing another.  That is life.  I just hope to be able to tell the story of my metamorphosis here a while longer, and I hope you'll continue to read and comment.

    Why really do you blog?  Has blogging connected you to people?  Has your blogging evolved?  Do you ever wonder what the point of it is?

    Oh, for those of you who are making the switch to Bloglovin with the demise of Google Reader coming, you can follow me there!

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    What We've Learned In Thirteen/Fourteen Months

    Monday, April 8, 2013

    Dear Ladybug, let me assure you that I didn't skip marking when you hit 13 months on purpose.  It hit right smack dab in the middle and worst time of what accumulated to two months of illness for our family.  Finding time to blog about anything while feeling like blogging then wasn't easy, and by the time it was... well enough time had passed that it was better to just combine 13 with 14 months.  That's not to say that you haven't been the blessing of our lives, and that you haven't had an eventful two months.  Just what have you been up to?

    • First of all, the week of your birthday you decided to start the process of cutting each and every single one of your teeth beyond the two you've had since you were seven months old.  When you cut teeth, you become a snotty, feverish mess.  You've had two bouts of snotty feverish, teething-induced cold that lasted a week each since then.
    • You started cutting your molars on the same day that (TA DA!)  you started walking at 13 months, one day.  
    • That was also the first time you spent the nigh away from us, so it wasn't a great night.
    • You are walking now though.  Actually in the past month it has gone from walking to running.  At first you walked like Frankenstein.  Now you have more of John Wayne gait.
    • After all of the snot and fever, you have become obsessed with blowing your nose and checking your temperature with the ear and forehead thermometers.
    • You have become a girl who likes purses and necklaces.  You're also trying to wear my shoes.
    • You love running around outside.
    • You have discovered how "pretty!" flowers are.
    • You talk all the time, and your phrases are becoming more and more distinguishable.  You've been saying phrases and whole sentences for a while, but they're becoming plainer to hear.
    • You still think it's easier to say "Adrienne" rather than "Mama" most of the time.  You have since you were just a few months old.
    • You are wearing 12 months in pants and 18 months in shirts.  You wear size 4 in diapers, and weigh around 23 lbs.  You have your Daddy's long torso.
    • You have decided that you like to eat chicken.
    • You are a basketball fanatic.  
    • The most interesting thing that you have done is you picked a March Madness bracket using team mascot flashcards that your dad made for you.  He entered the bracket in his office's pool, AND YOU WON!  You beat all of those engineers who think they know so much about statistics and such.  I think it's hilarious.
    • You are sweet.  You are bright.  You are a blessing each and every day of my life, even the snotty, feverish days when you're not your happy little self.

    The Blessings of Ordinary Days

    Tuesday, April 2, 2013

    I turned around, and my little baby has grown into a sweet, capable little girl.  I think it happened some time last week, or maybe last month.  I don't really know when it happened, because it came both so gradually and yet so suddenly that it constantly takes me by surprise.  Just the other day I was putting shoes on her feet, only to have her kick them off as soon as possible.  Today, she brought one of her shoes to me so we could go play outside, and when I asked her to find the other and bring it to me, she did.  Every day she eats a little more big-person food, and takes a little less baby food and formula (thank goodness).  Every day her walking improves to where can almost sprint.  I both love and hate these new developments.  Parenting has to be the most polarizing occupation imaginable.

    I spent the first thirty-two years of my life, always waiting until the next big thing was going to happen, thinking then life would really start.  Suddenly now I'm on longer wishing for life to pass me.  Now I find myself praying, "Dear God, please let time slow down or even stop for a while.  Please let her stay little and innocent as long as possible."

    Sometimes life can seem monotonous when you're a SAHM.  Then I remembered that sometimes life could get monotonous in the workplace too.  Doing the same thing, day in and day out can have that effect on you no matter where you spend your days.  Slowly I'm learning that life is more than waiting on the next big, adventure.  It is finding the joy, the inspiration, the laughter, and mostly the blessings of ordinary days.

    I don't want to miss a thing in Ladybug's life.  I want to forget nothing.  I don't want to find myself sitting at her college graduation or wedding, still waiting on better, happier things to happen.  My mother has spent her life wanting better, never being content, and never finding happiness with me, with herself, or really anything or anyone.  I want to take time to realize and appreciate the importance of ordinary days.  I want Ladybug to know that she is enough; that I am happy with her.  I want her to know that she is a blessing in my life and not sound fake or frankly full of it when I say it.

    My photo-a-day blog, 365,000 Words, isn't a masterpiece.  Most of the pictures are taken not with my DSLR, but my iPhone.  It is helpful in aiding my search for something each day that inspires me, gives me joy, and makes the ordinary day a little extraordinary.  The Lord made each and every day, not just the ones when something major happens.  He makes the days we spend washing and folding laundry, the days we work on a deadline, the days we're suffering from the throw-ups, and the days when the juice spills, the dogs get the floor muddy, the baby/kid is clingy and crying, and you just wish that Calgon could take you away for a while.  He's there, in all of it.  We just have to life up our eyes, look around the tasks at hand, and see the silly smiles, the budding flowers, the way the sun filters through a window, or to feel the coziness of a dog curled on your feet.  In doing so, maybe time will slow for just a little bit.

    Psalm 118:24

    English Standard Version (ESV)
    This is the day that the Lord has made;

        let us rejoice and be glad in it.

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