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I just love this little guy!
You’ve heard of the Red Letter Bible… I’m experimenting with the Red Light Bible. It’s simple really. The average person spends 47 hours per year stuck in traffic (2003). The average red light is about 3 minutes. That’s plenty of time for me to whip out a portable Bible, open at the book mark and read a couple paragraphs. And I’m a slow reader!
Another way to consume God’s Word on the run… an audio Bible. One that I’m enjoying right now is “The Experience.” It’s a word-for-word reading of the TNIV, but it’s a dramatization which includes character-specific voices and background sounds. Very engaging!
Do you have any tips for walking closely with God in this fast-paced world? Post your comment.
Parting is such sweet sorrow. My good friend EricNentrup.com left for
IN today after we finished loading the truck. We will miss them, but
God's blessing them and guiding them.
We thought that potty training day was a disaster, but it turns out we must have done something right. Since that day, she has been routinely telling us when she needs to potty. This picture is from last night, and it is of the 4th time during the day that she went potty, entirely without prompting from us! Hooray!
Both kids were napping this afternoon (hallelujah), so I took advantage and cleaned our gross bathroom. While cleaning, I started hearing Raya moving around in her room and playing with toys. I kept cleaning. Eventually I realized I hadn’t heard her for a while. I went into her room to see what she was up to. Not there. I checked the bathroom, then went downstairs. No Raya. Getting a little nervous, I went back upstairs again and checked the loft. Not there. There was only one place left besides the garage or basement, so I quietly opened Corban’s door. I could see his little feet kicking around in the air, and that his blanket was completely kicked off. I bent down to look under his crib. No Raya. Then I heard a funny noise and walked toward the crib. There she was, wedged between Corban and the bumper. I wanted to be mad, but it was just so cute. And impressive, too, since she opened and shut his door and climbed into his crib–waking him up, of course–without me ever hearing her over the monitor.
In other news, I’ve been advertising Upper Hand Resumes through Google for a couple of months, and today I got my first call from a potential client who found me with the ad! We’ll see if I get any more…
Raya is in a phase where she does not want us to read books to her; she wants us to tell her a story. Yesterday when she asked for Goldilocks and the 3 Bears for the 600th time, I told her the story of Daniel and the lions’ den instead. She was fascinated. I told that one a couple of times before lunch. While we were eating, she said, “Mommy, tell me the dandelion story again.”
The whole family wore Colts gear to church. We had a party for some
friends that are fans. And now we are shocked and dismayed.
I have to admit up front that it’s my own fault. I should have been better prepared, and I should have followed my gut, which was telling me that she wasn’t showing enough signs of being physiologically ready. But having 2 in diapers propelled me toward doing a big, 1-day bonanza of potty training.
We followed the logic that using regular panties would give her the most discomfort when she had accidents, and therefore the most incentive not to have accidents. At the end of the day, our tally was 3 successful potties in the chair, and 7 potties in various locations all around the house.
We will be switching to Feel-and-Learn pull-ups.
And scheduling a carpet cleaning.
Thought I’d share some of the adorable things Raya has done and said since Corban arrived. I was nervous about jealousy before he arrived, but we’ve never seen a hint of it. She loves him so much.
Sometimes when he cries, she goes running to him saying, “I’m tumming baby brother, I’m tumming!”
The other day I walked out of his room and Raya hung behind. I heard her say, “I love you, baby brother.”
And today when he woke up and began talking to himself, she heard him over the monitor and said, “Mommy, I think I hear my baby brother named Corban.” (Though she says “Torbin” still.)
We can never seem to get a great picture of Corban… He goes into a
deep trance the moment the camera comes out. Does anyone else have this problem?
