Sophia Grace

Sophia Grace, the love of my life. To the fiercest girl in the world who turns the BIG 7 today. 

I'm so proud of you.

You are so fiesty. You are so smart. You are so creative, more than I ever could imagine a person could be! You make ramps out of old pipe and pieces of forgotten wood in the garage. You wish for legos and dogs and books about animals. You can hardly contain your love and happiness sometimes! It overflows to everyone who knows you....and just about everyone knows you..thanks to the blondest, boldest head of hair ever. You are not hard to miss. And if anyone misses your hair, they see you and your BIG heart, BIG imagination, and BIG love for life and all around you. 

Soph-a-moph, if I could only be a bit more like you...how lucky I would be. I love you so much. Happy 7th Birthday to my little Halloween baby girl. 

Love,

Mom

Oops I went to bed at 8

Oops I did it again....I played with your heart....got lost in the game...Ooh baby baby.

BRITNEY!!!!!!

You're welcome.

I went to bed a smee earlier than I should have. Because I'm now "up" for the day. Or snuggled into the couch with a random assortment of too short throw blankets. Bet you didn't know there were blankets too short for me. (Baby blankets mainly). Ahem.

Anyway, I'm sitting here wondering what to do when facebook is over, which it TOTALLY is by the way, in more ways than one....and my blog reading is over, which it is....as I don't read anyone who I don't personally know anymore and I've read all those for now.

Prayer. Hmmmm....the sermon this week was about prayer. I'm not good at it. I pray throughout the day though. "Please help me not to strangle my co-worker...etc." For example. "Please let me get out of here and get a Mt. Dew."

But, I'm not a taketimeoutofyourday kind of girl. However, in light of being open to new things and wanting a better relationship with God, I'm going to give it a shot. In fact, I already have. After a successful early morning shower attempt yesterday, the baby was STILL sleeping at 0545....whhhhhaaaaaat? You might be wondering whhhhhaaaaat? And I would tell you it was true. So I sat down in the recliner in the dark and I decided to pray. It felt weird at first. I didn't say anything outloud or anything. I'm definitely not a very good outloud pray-er. Except at bedtime with the girls. I find it very easy to pray for safe, happy, healthy children and for good days and happy dreams.

Anyway, I started with a hello. Then I told God what I was worried about. This then turned into the things I'm really hoping for, like winning the lottery. That's true. Do you think I'll need to buy a ticket first? Seriously though, I struggle with telling God what I want....lllllike he doesn't already know. But I feel guilty about it. Don't we have enough already? Should I even ask for more? My kids are happy, safe, and healthy. I have a lovely husband. Lovely? Anyway. We have been blessed. What the heck. I'll tell him anyway, I decided.

Then I prayed for people in my life. People that are struggling. People I miss. People I wish I could see. Then I prayed that I could be better at stuff. And maybe God could help me with that.

Anyway, when it was over, I felt good about it. I'm curious to see why God tells us to be in constant prayer with him. To pray without ceasing. It might be nice to get beyond myself a bit...to attempt to pray for more than for just what I want and need and when I struggle. I think God tells us things for a reason, to benefit us and to make our lives more complete. So, we'll give it a shot, eh?

PS. It's 2 a.m. and Steve just yelled TUTU!!!!!!! in his sleep. Do you think he'll be mad when he finds out I posted it here?

I'll let you know.

Why do we try?

I wanted to meet my friend, Erica, for coffee this morning. She had to drop off her oldest at preschool, then had a bit of time to meet me in between that time and her dentist appointment. I had a baby boy who just went back to bed a short time before we should have been leaving the house.

Soooo...we did it anyway. I dragged a snotty nose sleepy boy out and assumed his paci would buy me a little time. We made the trip and we walked into a very lovely coffee house to meet our friends.

The first 5 minutes went well. 

5 minutes later, the gentlemen next to us did me a favor when Eli threw my cell phone and it shattered into pieces on the floor...he ignored it. He acted like we weren't even there. Awesome. No judgmental looks, no glaring. Better yet, no advice.

He also ignored when my friend's baby spit up as she sat up from eating. And he ignored when Eli took my van keys and ran to the door, which was apparently much less heavy than I anticipated, as he opened it up with ease. He then ignored me running to the door to grab the baby who then started screaming and arching his back and screaming, and arching his back. I tried the sippy, the car keys, the diaper bag, a free edition of kids magazine....finally we agreed to go outside to the patio.

Eli wouldn't have this either. After banging his head on a table, falling, trying desperately to get around our, what I think was a well thought out barricade, and finally just losing his mind....Erica questioned whether people might be wondering why we even tried this morning. Was it worth it...to go through all of this??? She decided yes. Because this makes us real people, right?!

Hahhaha! I laughed. Of course it was worth it....I said, as I scooped up my screaming toddler with snot running down his face, SURE IT WAS WORTH IT!!!!!

And then we agreed to meet at someone's house next time. A place with gates and heavy doors. Maybe a padded room (for me).

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But I did get to see my friend, and I did get to drink my latte on the way home. KAPOW!