picture this:
mason and i, in the kitchen, watching sesame street. this skit with big bird comes on... he wants to join the good birds club. loooong skit short, the birds are mean to him, keep telling him to change, and he keeps changing, until his friends tell him he should stay who he is, because they love him just the way he is. Then they start their own club centered around being yourself....
cut back to the kitchen... and me, standing there, crying because i'm so happy that big birds friends made him feel good about being himself.
yeah. that happened.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
iPhone photos
**note** i turned in my final assignment! just waiting for the team portion and i'm doooooooooooooooooone!!
none of these are particularly good.... but the offer insight to what my days consist of... which apparently is mason. :) i really need to expand my horizons.
none of these are particularly good.... but the offer insight to what my days consist of... which apparently is mason. :) i really need to expand my horizons.
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| skinniest... WHITEST baby ever. i don't know where he gets his coloring, i'm savagely tan |
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| sink bath, because i was too lazy to clean the bathtub. mom of the year. |
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| child labor is grossly underrated. |
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| a whole lot of cuteness |
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| hate when he's sick... but love when he lets me use the moby... |
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| making a mess is tiring! |
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| dairy free, sugar free, flourless cookies. surprisingly delicious. |
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| first hair cut |
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| we know where he gets his looks. lucky boy. |
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| been a family of three for one year!! |
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| cousins = built-in besties |
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| cheeeeeeeeeeeese |
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| love the dad |
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| whiskey tango |
the end.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
i'm easy!!
you will only get the title if you were there...
let me tell you, skill #1 for me? sticking my foot in my mouth. i am goooooooooooood.
we played dance central at steph's. you want some free entertainment? view below...
let me tell you, skill #1 for me? sticking my foot in my mouth. i am goooooooooooood.
we played dance central at steph's. you want some free entertainment? view below...
i thought these two were ghetto....
until i watched andrea's face while she danced.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
he is risen
i know that i get a lot more laughs when i'm sarcastic.. but allow me to be serious today and i promise i have some good ones up my sleeve for the future.
i have said this before, but having a son has made me re-think the experience i have had with my faith and Jesus in particular. i grew up in a christain household, i heard the story of Christ, how he was born, how he lived, and how he died, and if i am 100% honest i had thought before that i was not totally blown away by the sacrifice. i have thought in the past that, if God came to me, and said that if I gave my own life i could save the entire world, i would. i would be willing to make that sacrifice...
today i was struck with a thought. the biggest sacrifice might not have been Jesus giving his life, but God giving his Son. I rocked Mason to sleep tonight, and looked at his sweet face, and i was struck with the thought of what if God came to me and told me i could save the souls of everyone in the world if i would allow Mason to be sacrificed. if i would let someone whip him, beat him, spit on him, and hang him from a cross by nails in his hands. if i would let him go through an agonizing and slow death, i could save the souls of everyone... my best friends, my sisters, my parents, my niece, and my nephews. could i do that? could i sacrifice this tiny boy who i hold him my arms? this little man whose laughs i will do anything for? this growing baby who gives me open mouth kisses, throws his arms around me and pats my back? the little babe that i snuggle right before he goes to sleep and right when he wakes up in the morning? THAT i don't think i could do.
maybe the biggest sacrifice wasn't the sacrifice of self, but the sacrifice of a Son, a sweet baby boy, a small piece of Himself. God loved us... me... so much that he was willing to watch His son, His precious baby suffer and die... that alone is worthy of my devotion and awe.
He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
Happy Easter!
i have said this before, but having a son has made me re-think the experience i have had with my faith and Jesus in particular. i grew up in a christain household, i heard the story of Christ, how he was born, how he lived, and how he died, and if i am 100% honest i had thought before that i was not totally blown away by the sacrifice. i have thought in the past that, if God came to me, and said that if I gave my own life i could save the entire world, i would. i would be willing to make that sacrifice...
today i was struck with a thought. the biggest sacrifice might not have been Jesus giving his life, but God giving his Son. I rocked Mason to sleep tonight, and looked at his sweet face, and i was struck with the thought of what if God came to me and told me i could save the souls of everyone in the world if i would allow Mason to be sacrificed. if i would let someone whip him, beat him, spit on him, and hang him from a cross by nails in his hands. if i would let him go through an agonizing and slow death, i could save the souls of everyone... my best friends, my sisters, my parents, my niece, and my nephews. could i do that? could i sacrifice this tiny boy who i hold him my arms? this little man whose laughs i will do anything for? this growing baby who gives me open mouth kisses, throws his arms around me and pats my back? the little babe that i snuggle right before he goes to sleep and right when he wakes up in the morning? THAT i don't think i could do.
maybe the biggest sacrifice wasn't the sacrifice of self, but the sacrifice of a Son, a sweet baby boy, a small piece of Himself. God loved us... me... so much that he was willing to watch His son, His precious baby suffer and die... that alone is worthy of my devotion and awe.
He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
Happy Easter!
Monday, April 2, 2012
yawn....
so at the risk of sounding bitter....
i am not going to say i had an awful pregnancy or that i have had a horrible time getting back to a semi-recognizable version of myself. for the most part, things are where they should be.. maybe a little shifted, but in the same general vicinity. usually i can handle that. and then there are days like today, when i see that woman, 8 months pregnant and still has ankles smaller than mine. or the woman 3 months post partum with bicep definition. WTF.
my neighbor is this woman. well, i haven't see her pregnant and her kid is a tiny bit older than mine.. but i guarantee you she looked amazing pregnant, and 3 months after being pregnant. how do i know that? because she struts her little bikini clad body around on her deck (which i can clearly see from mine) as she watches her two little girls play with their tiny puppy. ugh. who makes legs that long? and thin? and hair that thick and shiny? what is she? an amazon? an alien? or just my own personal form of punishment? also, how does your one year old look so cute in her dresses and pigtails playing with the puppy? my son eats dirt. not figuratively. literally.
you would think that would be great motivation for me to work out. put the effort in, take control. nope. I will bury my bitterness in the cheetos in the cupboard, and top it with some cheese, and maybe make another dozen chocolate chip cookies that won't quite make it out of the house.
*sigh*
i am not going to say i had an awful pregnancy or that i have had a horrible time getting back to a semi-recognizable version of myself. for the most part, things are where they should be.. maybe a little shifted, but in the same general vicinity. usually i can handle that. and then there are days like today, when i see that woman, 8 months pregnant and still has ankles smaller than mine. or the woman 3 months post partum with bicep definition. WTF.
my neighbor is this woman. well, i haven't see her pregnant and her kid is a tiny bit older than mine.. but i guarantee you she looked amazing pregnant, and 3 months after being pregnant. how do i know that? because she struts her little bikini clad body around on her deck (which i can clearly see from mine) as she watches her two little girls play with their tiny puppy. ugh. who makes legs that long? and thin? and hair that thick and shiny? what is she? an amazon? an alien? or just my own personal form of punishment? also, how does your one year old look so cute in her dresses and pigtails playing with the puppy? my son eats dirt. not figuratively. literally.
you would think that would be great motivation for me to work out. put the effort in, take control. nope. I will bury my bitterness in the cheetos in the cupboard, and top it with some cheese, and maybe make another dozen chocolate chip cookies that won't quite make it out of the house.
*sigh*
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