Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Hope.

First of all, I've had two people in the last few days comment on my "bald" baby. 

Emma is quite fair I'll admit (and Josh laughed when I responded with that to the first "bald" commenter) and her hair is very blond, but still, there's hair hanging out there. 

Do I have anything against bald babies?  I don't think so. 

Would I buy her one of these if I really felt it necessary??


Of course.

Either way, the second lady said there's a good chance Emma would have curly hair because she's bald.  Good to know.  :)

Aside from silly baby anecdotes, I've been up earlier with Emma these days (she's taken a liking to 6am..) so I find myself watching the news and the Today Show.  While watching these, it's not long before I feel overwhelmed by the amount of terrible news in the world.  The devastating earthquake in Turkey, a missing baby in Missouri, and the chilling attack of a sophomore student on freshmen students right nearby in Snohomish.

I find myself becoming quickly weighed down with concern and fear and looming despair, especially now having a baby who will grow up in this world which is so desperate and broken. 

Today while I was journaling, I read this verse. 1 Cor 15:19 “If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men.”

I don't want a security blanket to help placate me in the midst of pain, something temporary and fleeting to distract from rather than address the issues present around us.

2 Cor 4:16-18 "Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal."

This is the solid truth I need in the midst of very uncertain circumstances.  I used to be bothered by the "light and momentary troubles" part of this verse because it didn't seem to be a strong enough statement to address the suffering people go through.  But as I thought about it today I considered the life of the author, Paul, and how much he truly suffered (prison, beatings, physical, mental and emotional fatigue in extreme measure), and yet he was able to weigh all of that in light of eternity.  His hope was not anchored in his own strength but in Christ's. 

I pray daily that Emma's heart would always be anchored in the Lord.  I realize I need to pray this for myself as well.  We can be swayed but cannot be overtaken when our hearts are securely grounded in Him. This is true, lasting hope.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Harvest Time

I had the delightful privilege of meeting some new lady friends (as I like to call them) last night as we played Bunko at Hilary's house.  I consumed more M&M's, Skittles, gluten-free apple pie (homemade no less), and Jelly Belly's than I care to remember.  I can't be blamed for this.  But I can blame the sugar rush (or most specifically the sugar crash) on my inability to focus during the second round. 

I could also attempt to blame the red dye #6 treats on my inability to win.  But because it is culturally appropriate to yell out "You're the Biggest Loser!"  in crowds now, I was deemed as such, given this lovely basket, and felt like it was my birthday/National Coffee Day all over again! 

Incidentally, I can also make my entire Halloween costume this year out of what I won! (I'll figure Hilary into the costume as well somehow)  Perhaps my multi-purpose jack-o-lantern glasses will ensure that we avoid the Halloween 2010 Debacle we all remember so well...

Also, on a smaller scale, I was quite disappointed that our Pumpkin Patch outing got rained out yesterday and I was unable to retrieve a tiny little pumpkin.  BUT thanks to my very poor dice rolling skills, I now possess not one, but TWO tiny pumpkins!  The tiny human loves them!  Or so I assume.

Speaking of assumptions (terrible segue), I never assumed I would be hanging out with the Scandretts and hear Paul say, "You remind me of that girl on the new show Thursday nights...Whitney!"

He was saying this more along the lines of my "personality doppelganger," rather than my look alike.  While I admit to laughing at parts of the show in spite of myself, I can't fully buy into it.  Too many laugh breaks in the dialogue. 

     Sidebar: Josh and I decided we should download apps on our phone so we could also take breaks during our conversations for appropriate laughter.  It does give us more time to think of witty banter, so I can't fault you too much Whitney and long-haired Whitney's boyfriend.

I was resisting the comparison until the next phrase to come out of Paul's mouth was something like "You also remind me of that lady Flo in the Progressive Insurance commercials!"


Again, in personality (or so he claimed) rather than actual Doppel. 

I pick Whitney.

No.  Actually, I think I'll go ahead and stick to my obvious and preferred TV personality doppelganger, thank you very much.


I have the sass of a 14 year old pop star sometimes, combined with an uncommonly deep voice when I have a head cold, like I did last night at Bunko.  "Sweet niblets!"

And that my friends is what they call a full circle moment.  Thank you Oprah.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Sick.

#12 of the "50 Creative Ways to Make Your Blog Popular" website suggests:

Write something funny or disgusting. (Don't make it a habit)

Here we go people.  Yesterday, because Emma so desperately needed a nap and I so desperately needed a homemade americano (I exaggerate, yes), instead of risking waking her up by grinding my newly purchased Costco beans (roasted by Starbucks) in the kitchen, I decided to grind them...in the bathroom. 

Don't be grossed out (or "sicked out," Jaime).  And don't worry, I won't make it a habit. 

Or if I do make it a habit, I won't habitually write about it on here.  Because I'm banking on this "50 Ways.." blog to really be my ticket in life.  Whatever that means.

Also disgusting is this head cold that came out of nowhere. 

Thirdly disgusting is the rain that flooded my dreams of taking the tiny human to the pumpkin patch today.  But, I am hopeful that the little sunballs peeking through the clouds on the weather forecast this week will make for a dry, festive day.  Baby needs a pumpkin.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

She threw up in my mouth a little...

This is Jaime's current status on Facebook:

"Baby Emma had a burst of affection all over my face. It got in my mouth a little bit... and on my eye lashes, Bieber bangs, clothing. Messy, barfy burst of affection."

The good news is, the moment following the aforementioned barfy affection, our trusty and falsely-understood-as-compassionate friend Carolyn yelled out "Don't you dare wipe her off yet!" (referring to Jaime) as she ran to get her camera. 

The bad news is that it's a new camera and Carolyn didn't seem optimistic about getting the picture to me anytime soon.  That makes one victory for baby and one for Jaime I suppose.

In other news, if you're driving through Ohio and see one of these...


don't get out of your car.  It's pretty much like Jumanji.

Reason #24 that I feel like a mom:  A "date night" to Costco feels luxurious.  There's free food, entertainment on big screens, and giant bags of espresso beans.  Don't you question my date night ingredients..

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Inspiration.

I'm not doing a stellar job at this blogging thing.  I felt a burst of inspiration after Glen Grove shared some kind words this week about how he enjoyed the blog when I was in Cambodia.

Helping widows and orphans in a third world country is a seemingly far more glamorous platform than disclosing my thoughts about diapers and sleep schedules.

....On that note, I am on the fence with Target diapers.  Sometimes I think I might as well skip the diaper since her pants end up doing most of the work.  Incidentally, the Cambodians would endorse the no-diaper route. 

....On the other note, we slept a solid 7+ hours last night.  That's THREE nights in a row of sleep.  I really shouldn't be so dependent on coffee at this point because of that fact.

But you know I can't resist you, tall Americano with one pump of classic and room for cream (just in case anyone should ever need that helpful information).

Aside from unabashed kindness from Glen, I also feel inspired whenever I read http://www.hootenannie.com/  I stumbled upon it through Emily Aichele's blog and was hooked.  Every single time I read it, I want to blog.

Like that time I listened to Jonatha Brooke's "10 Cent Wings" CD for the first time and was at my most prolific for the week following. 

Inspiration is one of my favorite things.

Also, Americanos, as previously mentioned.

And lastly, for my contribution to the inspiration thread, I offer this, which I did not write. 

1 Cor 10:31 "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." 

This is highly encouraging to me whether digging in the dirt in Southeast Asia or watching a cute baby smile in my living room.

Also...I must admit (though I feel like I'm secretly betraying a part of myself by doing so) to singing along with the Steven Curtis Chapman song that is based on this verse and played regularly on KCMS.  I think I feel most like a mom when driving with a monkey mirror in my back seat and KCMS on the radio...

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Refreshing.

I have admittedly not been blogging at naptime lately.  I've been doing dishes, reading, occasionally napping myself, and generally basking in the times when Emma does sleep.  We've had a rough time lately with nighttime sleep.  I went from feeling entirely defeated on Monday night (at last count I had woken up 5 times with the tiny human) to this same tiny human sleeping from 7pm to 5:30am this morning (and pulling her into bed with us as we all fell back asleep).  Quite the contrast.

I had the distinct privilege during my "defeated" days of getting to attend the Northwest District Conference for local pastors and leaders.  I wish I could start each morning by refocusing myself on the Lord accompanied by a live band like these guys.  So good. 

The Starbucks helped too. 

I walked away from the conference feeling very refreshed.  And not only because there were so many willing arms ready to snuggle Emma.  But partly that.  It was mostly hearing from such excellent communicators who were there to encourage, inspire, and remind us of the point of all of this.  Not just about getting together to find a safety net of people who believe the same things, but to gather for the same cause, learning how to be a bridge and not an obstacle for people getting to know Jesus. 

Emma is awake.  And happy.  We are both so much better for each other when well rested :)