Off Topic

I have a problem with spending a lot of prayer time asking God "what have You done for me lately?" We have been studying Genesis on Sunday nights at church and I have found myself a bit envious of the people of that era and the direct way that God spoke to them...it's great to have the Bible and all, but I sure wish that we lived in an era where God actually SPOKE when we prayed.

I read recently that according to what is recorded in Scripture, God spoke to Abraham or intervened overtly in his life about every 15 years. So I have to ask myself how he felt and coped during those times when God was silent. He had no Bible to pull out, he had no church to attend. It made me feel a little better about the status quo.

The Money Shot

Are they gorgeous or what?

La Dolce Vita

So. 2 kids now. Every day is still a big question mark at this point. I still haven't quite smoothed out all the wrinkles so that I can rely on any kind of schedule. Thus far I have managed to get everyone fed and watered and mostly on time to appointments...but the 'how' is a mystery.

I cope quite well as long as I don't get too hung up on my own agenda; when I start wanting to get a particular chore done, or wanting Cameron to sleep on my schedule, well then it gets ugly. I have to take deep breaths and remind myself that this is where we are right now. It is temporary. Part of me doesn't like that line of logic, because I don't like to find myself wishing time would pass faster. Little ones grow so desperately fast, I should want to slow things down and enjoy these fleeting moments. But then again, I am only me, and I happen to be someone who really likes to sleep and who is not particularly crazy about interacting with tiny babies. Yes, of course, Cameron is adorable and precious and I love my kids madly. Insert your favorite reassuring disclaimer here. But baby wrangling does not come naturally to me. It always feels like 'work'. I have come to realize that is just my fundamental nature and is not going to change.

In a funny way, giving myself permission to admit this helps me relax and enjoy the days more.

All that navel-gazing aside, I really only meant to say that things are good around here. My husband is awesome, my son is hilarious, my daughter is perfect. Life is sweet.