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god-is-realThere seems to be an epidemic in the Church of young adults choosing to leave once they are out of their parents’ homes.  I know it has been a hot topic of discussion in the board, committee and small group meetings I’ve been a part of in recent years.  The question posed is always, “Why?”.  I think the answer for many of them is that they are not experiencing the reality of God.  They go to Sunday School for 18 years in their mostly-safe suburban worlds and never are forced to depend on God.  The only reason they are left with to believe in God is that their parents believe in God.  And for many, that’s just not good enough…nor should it be.

Several weeks back, I taught the Kids’ Time in our church and focused on Real vs. Fake and emphasized that God is real, unlike many of the superheroes our kids hear about all the time (i.e.: Superman, Optimus Prime, Spiderman, etc…)  It’s of the utmost importance to me that my kids not only hear the stories of Christ as they grow and learn, but that they understand that those stories are real…God is real…and, therefore, God’s love for us is real.

I had a fairly crappy childhood, and I am convinced that I only survived it, and even flourished despite it, because I knew that God was real and I relied on Him to get me through the mire.  It became clear to me in college that many of my friends, who had not experienced the same kind of childhood that I had, had reached a crisis point as to why they believed the things they believed.  To some extent I wrestled with the same question, but I never doubted for one second that God is real.

In the next several posts I will tell some of the reasons why I believe, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that God is real and really loves me.  Some people may say these occurrences were conincidental, some may say I’m lying and some may say I’m mistaken.  Regardless, these will be stories of how God has reached down His loving arms into my life and proven His love for me…as if giving His only Son to die on the cross for my sins wasn’t enough.  I am so…beyond blessed!

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discount-tireSo this is how my day went:

Sissy had to get 5, that’s right 1-2-3-4-5, vaccine shots in her beautiful little skinny 6-month old legs this morning.  And Debra, the PA for our doctor, had the day off so some stranger had to do it.  She was fine, but it wasn’t the same.  At the end of the 2 hour appointment, I was worn out from the boys playing catch in the exam room with Dr. Clark while he and I were trying to discuss Sissy’s perfect development.  You can’t blame them; Dr. Clark was encouraging the atrocious behavior!

Then we met Grammy, my mom, in downtown Dallas for our usual Friday lunch.  As we climbed out of the van, the officer assigned to the parking lot approached us and said, “Excuse me ma’am.  Can I show you something?  There’s a nail in your tire.”

Great!  So we had lunch and found the nearest Discount Tire to downtown Dallas.  Then I took two rambunctious boys, ages 2 and 5, and a sweet 6-month old baby girl there and waited for about 3 hours!

Of course, they couldn’t just repair the tire because the nail was stuck in the sidewall (how did it get way up there anyway?)!  And of course, they didn’t have our type of tire in stock.  And, of course, the two closest Discount Tires that had our tires in stock were in Ft. Worth and Keller…not close.  So, after talking to Shmoopy on the phone, we decided to have them put the spare tire on the van and have the store closest to us order our tire.  Whew, now we just have to wait.

Not!  “Excuse me, ma’am.  Your vehicle came with run-flat tires originally, so you don’t have a spare tire.”

Me: “Yes, we do.  My husband bought one when we decided to take off the run-flat tires.”

Guy: “We took out the stroller and looked under there and we looked in the wheel well in the back and there’s not a tire in there.”

Me: “Well, let me call my husband.” (I did and he confirmed my story.)

Me after walking out to the van: “Sir, here’s the tire right here.”

Guy: “Oh, okay.  I don’t know why we didn’t see that.  We’ll get it right on.”

A few minutes later…”Excuse me, ma’am.”  AGH!!  Now what?!?!  “Your lug nuts for your spare tire won’t work.”  You’re kidding me, right?  I mean, don’t get me wrong, the guy was really trying hard.  He even took the lug nuts off of HIS OWN CAR in hopes that they would work and he could give them to me, but they were too small.  So the choice became either wait for Shmoopy to bring me the lug nuts that did fit that were sitting in our garage 30 miles north or go with a different tire.  We decided to go with a different tire.

So, while they were putting the new tire on the van, I took the kids over to Braum’s because the boys were going stir-crazy in Discount Tire and Sissy had to nurse.  I get up to the counter and order 2 junior soft-serve cones.  The guy takes out a waffle cone and prepares to scoop ice cream into it.  I say, “Do you have the little sugar cones because my boys don’t like waffle cones.”

Guy: “This is a sugar cone.  Do you mean waffle cones?”

Me: “Sure.  Yea, that one.”

Guy: “Okay. Sure.”  He proceeds to dip ice cream into two cones that he calls waffle cones and I call sugar cones.  Then when he rings up my order, he charges me like $1.75 per cone, when they were supposed to be $.79 each.  I just gave him a confused look and he said, “I have to charge you for a single dip instead of the junior cone because of the type of cone you wanted.”

So, what’s going through my mind is, “Why didn’t you tell me that before you dipped them up because there’s no way I would have agreed to pay that much when I just wanted to get my boys out of Discount Tire and feed my baby!”  But, in actuality, I couldn’t express any words and just merely looked up to the heavens in total disbelief as to how my day was going.

At the point, the guy realizes that I’m about to have a breakdown, and says, “Don’t get irate, I’ll just charge you for junior cones!”  Um…yea you will!!!

Then the boys ate their ice cream, Sissy ate her breastmilk and we went back to Discount Tire where the van was waiting nicely for us with a brand new tire.  Mind you, throughout this 3 hour process, there were about 15 trips to the bathroom, several diaper changes and innumerable messes that included urine, poop, salt, pepper, grease, ketchup, ice cream and water.  No, I’m not kidding.  Needless to say, I was not a happy Momma this afternoon!

Oh, and as we were pulling onto the highway, my light came on indicating that I needed to stop and get gas!  That was kind of comical actually!  I rolled into the driveway about 30 seconds before Shmoopy got home from work and we began discussing what we were going to have for dinner.  Um, didn’t I just get back from lunch?

Seriously, though, it could have been much worse.  I could have been stranded on the side of the highway with three kids, a flat tire and a spare tire that wouldn’t fit because I had the wrong lug nuts!  So, thank you, Lord!!!

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The Cake

The Cake

The Sleeping Arrangements

The Sleeping Arrangements

The Birthday Boy

The Birthday Boy

The One with the Bloody Nose

The One with the Bloody Nose

The Big Boy

The Big Boy

The One Who Went Home Early

The One Who Went Home Early

Saturday was Boss’s sleepover birthday party, his first-ever sleepover.  We had 6 rambunctious boys at our house: Boss, Bubba, their little cousin from OKC, the neighbor boy from across the street, the boy from Boss’s preschool class who lives down the street, and the 9-year-old boy of some of our best friends.  Boy, it was a loud night!

We started with pizza and cake.  The cake was dreamed up in Boss’s head for months ahead of time, so much so, that I had to hire our neighbor who does cakes to make it because there was too much pressure to get it right!  He had it so detailed that it had to have Darth Vader’s light saber on the ground instead of in his hand because he’s a bad guy!  And the child’s never even seen the movie!

They opened presents and played outside.  By 9:30, Boss was ready to watch the Scooby Doo movies he had picked out for the occasion.  The boy from his preschool class wanted to go home, so we called his mom who, though she tried for an hour, couldn’t get him to stay.  He went home without sleeping over.

The 9 year-old fell asleep during the first movie, and Bubba and their cousin went to spend the night at Nanny & Poppa’s house.  But Boss and the boy from across the street stayed up watching Scooby Doo until almost 11pm!  I was asleep before they were!  Shmoopy stayed up with them!

When we woke the next morning, the boy from across the street had a bloody nose.  The night before, we had two incidences of wet pants with 2 other boys (I won’t tell you which ones).  And Sissy had a blow-out diaper while we were eating donuts!  So we had more than our fair share of bodily fluids!

Overall, though, it was chaotic fun!  The most important thing was that Boss had a blast!!!  I love him so much!  And I think this will be a party that he remembers for years to come!  I love making memories with my kids!

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THEN

THEN

Today is my first-born’s 5th birthday!  I can’t believe how fast time has flown!  My little baby is such a big boy now, and I love him so much.  He’s a creative, rambunctious, brilliantly smart, independent, unique boy!!!  My life would be dull without him!  I’m so thankful that God chose me to be his momma, and I hope that someday he’s thankful for that, too!  ; )  Happy birthday, Buddy!  I love you!

NOW

NOW

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potty

Bubba is potty-training.  He’s doing fabulously when it comes to going peepee in the potty.  He doesn’t even have to be told most of the time.  He can hold it for 2-3 hours at a time!  I am so thankful for that.

However, I am experiencing an issue with him that I never experienced while potty-training Boss: he refuses to go poopoo in the potty!  He even seems to be scared to go poopoo in the potty!  As far as I know (and I’m with him almost 24-7) he has never had a traumatic experience while going poopoo, on the potty or otherwise.

I am much more patient this time around; however, I am rather anxious to see how long this is going to take to get him to start using the potty for both purposes.  Every time I buy a new box of pull-ups, I hope that it will be the last ones I have to buy for him.  But, when I have days like today, I think that it may be quite awhile.  Let me tell you what happened.

Yesterday morning, Bubba was showing all the signs of needing to go poopoo, so I sat him on his little portable potty in his bedroom and played with his trains with him hoping he would go.  Well, long-story short, after an hour, he still hadn’t gone.  So I dressed him and we went on with our day.  He never went all day.  He does this often.  When we make him sit on the potty, he holds in it and it doesn’t come out for another 24-36 hours!

Well, this morning he was watching Sesame Street without any underwear on (part of our training) and I heard him go to his bedroom and start playing with his trains.  I walked in his room after a few minutes to check on him and he had put a pull-up on and pooped in it!  It seems to me that if he’s aware enough to know that he has to go poopoo enough ahead of time to go and put a pull-up on, then he should be able to just go sit on the potty and poopoo in there!

I asked him the other day how old he was going to be when he starts going poopoo and peepee in the potty all the time.  Without hesitation he stated matter of factly, “Three.”  He won’t be three for 2 more months.  I guess he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Do any of you experienced moms out there have any input?

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