Yes, she's my girlfriend, mom

Most of you know that D-Man is 3 1/2...and he's the light of our life.

Sidenote...I talk about him way too much, but it's my blog and I'll brag if I want to. (Brag if I want to...Brag if I want to)...end of sidenote.

Anyway, today I stumbled on something quite amusing that I wanted to ask all my bloggy friends about.

How do boys and girls realize that they have "girlfriends" and "boyfriends" even at the early age of 3 1/2. What makes them choose a particular "girlfriend" or "boyfriend?"

Case in point: D-Man had a friend over today because we are in the middle of an ice storm and her daycare was closed and her parents (both in the medical field) had to work. It was a glorious day of play (my oh my how boys and girls play so much better together than boys and boys...another post entirely). And they both agreed that they were each others "boy/girl friend."

Now, they have several friends of the opposite sex that they play with quite often, so what made them choose each other to carry that title? And, can I make it stop? D-Man is my baby and although I know it is innocent at this point, this only solidifies the fact that, yes, my baby is getting older.

I think I'll go put some footed pajamas on him and rock him to sleep tonight...maybe it will turn back time.

Still haven't mastered it

It seems we still use a bit too much shaving cream...and maybe smear it around too much.

Oh, and we've gotten a tatoo...or maybe 4.

Holiness.

When you hear or see that word what comes to mind?

Perfection, separation, mystery are a few that I think of.

But what does that mean when talking about our Lord?

For me, I've had a week or so to think about these questions as I've prepared for my Sunday School lesson. And what I've been reminded of is this.

God is God and NO ONE else will ever be. If God decides someday that He doesn't want to man this ship anymore, there is NO ONE else who can do it. God is separate from us and we will NEVER be able to measure up to even an ounce of who He is. God has told us so many things about Himself, but there are still some things that remain a mystery.

God loves us and wants a relationship with us. But, be mindful of the way you approach God on His throne. Approach with humbleness and meekness and reverence for He is holy and perfect and is separate from us.

This song from Mercy Me talks about God's reign and how wonderful it is. Always remember who is in control (not us) and who is driving the ship (not us) and who reigns (not us)...the answer is, has been and will always be, GOD!

Daddy's hands sometimes need help

A few weeks ago, Husband broke out his electric guitar so that he could put new strings on it. This guitar is one that he got when we both were in high school and he had time to actually play. Lately (after playing many rounds of Guitar Hero with my little brother), I think the urge to play has returned. So, he bought new strings and began the process of preparing it for play.

And like most things that Daddy does, D-Man was right in the middle...watching his every move...trying to assist anyway he could. And like he reacts everytime, Husband invited D-Man to be involved and help him out.

That's one of the things I so love about Husband...he wants to be involved with his son and wants to show him the ropes. He wants to introduce him to new things. He wants to be there for him. He wants to help him. He wants to love him.

Husband could have easily done the task himself, with his own hands, but instead he wanted the help of ten extra fingers and two extra hands to make the job complete.

No pitching a fit here

No sir...instead we pitched a tent. Inside. On the playroom floor. With lots of blankets. And the portable DVD player.

The cold has caused this old (I say that because I will be *clearing my throat* 31 very soon) mommy to become very creative and imaginative and bring out any extra electronics I could find. Forget the fact that are three perfectly normal sized TVs in the house...D-Man wanted the little one and wanted complete control.

It was a great day and here's a picture of D-Man ending his day...smelling like a clean boy (thank goodness), eating some dried fruity Cheerios and watching a movie in his tent. What more could a little boy want?

A groupie I may be

I don't even want to say this, because it will most definitely make me look like a groupie...and so what if I am. But, I'm going to say it anyway.

I am a paying member of the Brad Paisley Fan Club.

There. I said it. It's out in the open. Please don't judge.

I joined back several months ago when I heard that he was going to be in our capitol city. I knew that if I joined and paid the fee, I would not only get his newest CD, but I would get a chance to purchase tickets well in advance of others.

So, when the time came for me to order the tickets, I ordered 4...Husband, myself, my sis (J-Lee) and her husband (J-Man). The only catch (I found out) was that you wouldn't know where you sit until the day of the show. This worried me a bit, but I felt pretty confident we would have ok seats because the website said so.

The concert was this past Friday and I was very anxious all day long because I was still uncertain about where we would be sitting. If we in fact did have FANTABULOUS seats, I would be deemed the wonderful wife, fantastic sister and amazing sister-in-law by all respective parties who would be attending with me. If we didn't have good seats, I would be known as the one who got the sorry tickets.

Now you see the reason for my anxiety???

Well, rest assured that I am in fact a wonderful wife, fantastic sister and amazing sister-in-law. And here is proof. Yep, you are reading correctly. Floor. 3rd row. Almost on the stage. Score one for me.

And here is J-Lee (on the right) and I enjoying the show...see Brad directly behind us? That's because I am a wonderful wife, fantastic sister and amazing sister-in-law who got us great seats. I'm just saying...

Many, many prayers

I don't know this family personally, but I feel like I do because I've been reading all three of their blogs for many, many months now.

Kelly has been keeping us up-to-date on her pregnancy and she delivered sweet Harper on Friday.

Harper is experiencing some complications and has been moved to Tulsa to the NICU at St. Francis. Please send prayers up for Harper and her parents, Scott and Kelly. Please also send up prayers for her grandparents and for all the other babies who are in the NICU.

God hears prayers...