Saturday, August 16, 2014

Kid-isms: "Don't hurt me... Home now"

I love listening to music and dancing around the house with my son. Our musical tastes are quite varied -- we listen to a little bit of everything. I always start on the Christian station because it's important to me that my son hears God's truth put to music. When we run out of "thumbs downs" I'll switch to another station.

One evening while I was washing dishes we were listening to the oldies station, when "What is Love?" by Haddaway came on. It's so fun -- and incredibly cute -- to watch my son try and sing along. He usually catches on to the repetitive parts, and for this particular song it was this stanza:

What is love?
Baby, don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me, no more.
What is love?
Baby, don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me, no more.

Only our version? (Words in blue were sung by me, words in red sung by my son):

What is love?
Baby, don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me, home now!
What is love?
Baby, don't hurt me,
Don't hurt me, home now!

To check out our previous Kid-isms click here.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Comparing Our Children

My family and I were shopping at Fred Meyer. It was a particularly good day for us, and since we weren't doing a large shopping trip we let our toddler "help" by carrying around a small hand basket with a few groceries in it. When we reached the self-checkout, we were letting the little guy unload the groceries onto the scanner when we heard:

"See? Look how he's helping. If you start obeying mommy you could help like that too."

I tried to ignore it. While part of me feels accomplished when my son's behavior is complimented (and if I'm completely honest, my ego gets a little puffed up), another part of me aches for that other little boy being compared to my son.

Because as perfect as my son is in my eyes, he still has a sin nature. He doesn't always follow my instructions, come to me when I ask him to, or keep his voice down when it's time to be quiet. While I hope and pray that our efforts in instructing our son will be blessed by the Lord, and that we are indeed pointing our son to Christ while addressing his behavior, sometimes we just have off days. Not all of our shopping trips are that smooth.

In the end, what did that other mom accomplish my embarrassing her son in the middle of the grocery store? Will she get the behavior she desires from her son? Maybe for a short while. But I can guarantee that the only sure thing that comparison accomplished was belittling her son. Like many of us with young children, they probably have many more less-than-ideal shopping trips ahead of them. That's because our poor -- sinful -- behavior is just a symptom of a deeper heart issue.

... for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23)...

For there is not a just man on earth who does good And does not sin (Ecclesiastes 7:20).

After we got out to our car and loaded our groceries the first thing I said to my husband was "don't ever let me compare our son to other children like that," even if those other children are our own someday. We should be seeking to direct our kids to Christ, not humiliating them by comparing them to other sinful, fallen children, because ultimately we all need God to give us new hearts that are capable of loving Him. We all need Jesus Christ to save us from ourselves.

For as by one man's disobedience many were made sinners, so also by one Man's obedience many will be made righteous (Romans 5:19).

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Visiting a Local Festival

As our son gets older we're trying to make more of a point of getting out and doing things as a family. Sometimes this means simply getting out in the community and experiencing some of the local attractions and events. Earlier this month we checked out the rock and mineral museum, and then a week later we visited an annual festival just outside of town.

We spent a grand total of seven dollars, five of which was for parking (the other two paid for our son's first experience in a bouncy castle). We spent two hours watching a parade and checking out local vendors. One man was selling custom made wooden toys -- you can bet I grabbed his business card.

Here's a glimpse of our time out there:

Our son got a free rubber ducky!

My brother's mother-in-law and I both agree that this was one of the neatest parts of the parade.

Isn't that just incredible?

Saturday, August 9, 2014


My family spent the morning with my brother's mother-in-law checking out a festival just outside of town. As we chatted I told her some cute stories about my son. She suggested I share them on here.

I think that's a great idea!

My plan is to share a little snippet of our lives just so I can gush about how adorable my son is. Because I don't want to be tied down, I'm not committing to a certain day every week, but my aim will be once a week or so.

For those who are interested, I'll keep a running list of our "isms" here. You can come back to this post for easy navigation (a link will be added to the "about" page).
So... lets get this started!

The story I told my brother's mother-in-law today just happened a few days ago. My brother had come over to visit my son and me, with plans to hang out with my husband after he got home from work. When my husband got home he was so pumped about exercising that evening that we all went for a jog outside (my husband pushed our son in the jogging stroller).

We were out for about 30 minutes, which equals two laps around our route (well, for me anyway -- I have short legs). My brother and I ran together while my husband ran ahead with the stroller (he's quite a bit taller than me and therefore a faster runner).

When I neared the end of my final lap, I saw my husband "jogging" with our son -- holding the little guy's hand as they "ran" down the street together. When I finished running, my husband told me that for the whole second lap in the stroller our two-and-a-half year old son was shouting "I run too!" I told him that when his legs are long enough he'll be more than welcome to go running with me (only by then he probably won't want to! ;-) ).

What fun things have your kids said recently (or, if you have grown children, what silly things did they say when they were little)?

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Chia Seed Cereal

I've read about Chia seeds on various blogs and health food articles; I even eye them at Costco during just about every shopping trip I make. Now that I've been cutting out grains (ideally I'd be grain-free, but I'm not quite there yet) for five months now, I was desperate for another option for breakfast, so I finally bought that taunting bag of Chia seeds.

I should have done it sooner.

This has probably been the easiest breakfast I've ever made. Here's what I do:
  1. Soak two tablespoons of Chia seeds in six ounces of water for five to ten minutes. No need to grind the seeds. The seeds will soften and turn the water into a gel. The longer it sits, the thicker the gel.
  2. I like to sweeten my gelled Chia seeds with coconut palm sugar. I do this to taste.
  3. Stir in goodies! So far I've done banana, blue berries, and raisins. Since Chia seeds don't really taste like much, I think just about any fruit would taste fine with them. I also plan on trying different types of nuts. 
  4. Eat with a spoon!
You could also add Chia seeds to smoothies, use them to thicken up sauces, or make this chocolate peanut butter pudding. Yum!

Shared at Modest Monday at The Modest Mom

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Organizing Greeting Cards

In July we celebrated by husband's 26th birthday, and as with every other birthday or holiday, we had a great influx of cards.

I love receiving cards. There's just something about a note written on paper (instead of an email or virtual card) that makes me feel special. Maybe it's the extra effort required, or that it's tangible. So of course I was a little excited for my hubby to get a bunch of notes from dear friends and family on his birthday.

I used to have a large box in which I stored all of the cards we received. But when the box started to overflow I decided it was time to come up with a better option. First I had to decide which cards to keep.

My criteria?

Did the card giver actually write a note in the card, or just sign their name? If there's no real note in the card I don't keep it, with the exception of cards addressed to my son. I keep all of his.

Next up was a new storage method. The first thing I tried was inserting them into photo albums.

This was essentially the "look" I was going for. I like how the photo album can be stored on a shelf, and then be easily flipped through should I want to look at the cards. 

The second arrangement I tried was a three-ring binder with page protectors. I actually like this option better than the photo album. This gives me a little more freedom to include things other than cards, and the pages seem to lay flatter than in the photo album.

What do you do with the greeting cards you receive? 

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Rock and Mineral Museum

Today I joined my sister-in-law, her sister, and her mother out to visit a rock and mineral museum. I'm going to have to remember this place for when my son is school-age (science field trip!), because at two and a half it was above his head. But I thought it was interesting and snapped a few photos to share with you all!

Okay, I know this isn't a rock or mineral, but isn't this the neatest fireplace you've ever seen?

 "O LORD of hosts, God of Israel, the One who dwells between the cherubim, You are God, You alone, of all the kingdoms of the earth. You have made heaven and earth. (Isaiah 37:16)"