...and the winner is...
Elizabeth - who is not a blogger. Elizabeth, thanks to Random.org, your name was chosen and you will now have a wonderful read for the summer!
Enjoy!
This is a wonderful book! 
Okay...so it's almost a day late and I am sorry for that! Fact is, (as cheesy as it sounds) every day spent in this life with a mother like you is a reason to celebrate.
You truly are the best and I love you very much!!
Here's to another ____ years - well, remember what I said the other day? Still don't wanna do that! :c)
I love you.
We are leaving for this...
Okay, Okay - so it's not quite this exotic looking. But it is a quick weekend getaway to the beach. It will be nice & hopefully we'll be refreshed when we return.
"See" ya soon!
Hope your weekend is as nice as mine will be.
We start teaching those words to babies at a very small age. As most parents begin to do, when E was just a brand new baby, we started saying, "Uh-Oh!" about all sorts of things.
When we dropped something, when we spilled something, forgot about something, etc.
Now she knows exactly when to say it. Oh and when she does, I go running. I want to run the opposite direction out of fear of what I will find, but I know it's usually something that needs immediate attention.
It doesn't matter what I am in the middle of - and it doesn't matter how soft or loud she says it.
Sometimes I feel that she could whisper it, "uh oh!" and it travels down the hall and through the air to my ears in mommy-speed.
This happened this morning and as I was thinking about how much I dread hearing those two words, the thought crossed my mind...
This can really be compared to how our Heavenly Father feels when we are caught in an "Uh-Oh!" moment. He doesn't dread hearing those words like we do. He longs for us to say them. "Uh-Oh!" usually means that Emma is in a mess of some sorts...something is broken, she got dirty, she fell, etc. and that sound automatically gets my attention and brings me running to help.
How many "Uh-Oh!" situations do we find ourselves in - usually our fault - and instead of calling for His help, we drown in our own sorrow or we try to fix things by ourself? Big mistake!
If E tries to fix her own mess, (while I appreciate her trying) she will most assuredly make a bigger mess than there was to begin with OR she prolongs it...when mommy may have known what to do to get her out of it.
He sees the BIG picture; He created you; "He's got the whole world in His hands!" so I think He knows how to help.
Call Him. It can be a whisper and I promise He WILL hear and He WILL come running! From your mouth to God's ears.
"Uh-Oh!"
Oh no! Please don't tell me she has already reached the age of not taking naps. I hear of kids older than her that still nap everyday. She needs her nap...I need her nap! That is my time - my quiet time. Time where I am "Stacey - in my right mind" and not Mommy, Mommy for 2 whole hours! 2 hours out of about 15 hours each day.
It's nice.
But, not today. Today, there is that broken record that keeps on keepin' on with the questions and "mommy" calling and jibber-jabber that just.is.not.stopping!
"Mommy?! You dayer?" "Mommy, can I get up na-ow?" "Hey, Mommy - I said Mommy!"
"Is it time to get up na-ow?" "Can I wake up?" (she never went to sleep)
"I need you mommy. I need see you for a minute." "Oh Mommy! I only want see you!" "Can I get up na-ow?" "How 'bout na-ow?" "Just a moment?!" (where did she learn what a 'moment' was?)
If she only knew that 26 years from now, she could possibly be blogging about her toddler biting everyone in the nursery; why in the world her daughter won't take that nap that she wishes she could take; when her little boy is going to quit picking his nose and wiping it on Aunt Edna; and when her husband will get home from work so that she can lock herself in the bathroom, pantry, or closet for just 5 quiet minutes!!!...then, maybe she would just enjoy it while she can and take that little refreshing nap that she is so gonna miss. Actually, by then, her 3 year old will probably be blogging about her.
**By the way, my daughter has never bitten anyone, she doesn't have a nose-pickin' problem, nor does she have an Aunt Edna. But, that closet sounds pretty good right now.**
The latest - "Mommy, is it time yet? I weally like you." How can I turn that down? While there may not be any hope for a nap today, there is still a gorgeous afternoon waiting to be explored.
Afternoon: here we come.
What is yours?
Please feel free to comment and share what your cardboard testimony is.
Hebrews 6:20
God is your Forerunner.
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You don't have to worry about what's ahead.
He goes out before you.
Don't be anxious about the day.
He is in front of you and beside you.
He follows behind to protect you.
E: "Gib me shugars mommy. I goin' to work now."
1. Woke up very early to beat everyone else in town to the local Honda dealer. Not like it is that much of a popular place, but the car we wanted is extremely limited.
2. Fought tooth and nail for the deal we felt we deserved. They felt otherwise, but...I W.O.N. and that is all that matters. (smile)
3. E fell and got her worst boo-boo yet on the "chalk-walk" - better known to you and I as the sidewalk.
4. In reference to #3, we discovered that we have a little drama queen and were amazed that at 3 years old, they already know how to "milk" things. "Carry me. I can't walk."
5. Mid-afternoon movie of "The Rat Movie" ~ "Alvin & the Chipmunks" was too hard for E to remember. She just knew they looked like rats.
6. Dinner with some friends, then strawberry cheesecake, followed by a Botox Song ~ Don't Ask!
7. Late-night visit from Johnny Ringo, Doc Holiday & Wyatt Earp. Hmmm
8. Sunday morning - great worship & much needed. Dynamic message on kindness - ha! - much needed. Maybe I should have heard that message before tackling #2 you think?
9. 2 hour Sunday nap, followed up by a quick visit from family.
10. Last thing on the "rundown" was a goodbye...farewell...to some of the best friends anybody could ask for. Hoping for a happier ending to next weekend.
But Oh! Did I mention we got a new car? :c)
