Just thought I would write a short blog on what we've been doing lately.
A couple weeks ago, Bradley was traveling for work...and it was just Parker and I. I love spending time with my boy and there isn't anything in this whole universe more important than that.
Here's a sweet story for all you Parker fans out there.
During this week that Bradley was gone, Parker melted my heart. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner and I overheard him talking in the den. I checked in on him and he was carrying around a book saying something..over and over and over again. I coudln't figure it out. After a few minutes, it dawned on me what he was saying. He was saying, Bible. But, it was much sweeter than that...it was more like, "Biiiiiiiible." The book he was carrying around was a book that I am currently reading. (Why he thought it was a bible, I don't know. It had an orange cat on it. ) Wait, now that I think about it, he LOVES cats and his favorite color is orange...so maybe he thought it was his bible. HA!
Anyway, I told him that was mommy's book and that he had a bible in his room. We went in there and got a few books on Jesus and other bible characters. He carried them back into the den and sat them down. He grabbed his Razorback body pillow and sat it on the floor. (I knew this was going to be fun. We always have fun on the Razorback pillow...it's where we eat popcorn and watch Blue's Clue's.)
The next part is really the heart warmer.
He sat down on the pillow, with Jesus books in lap, and made his sweet little prayer hands, bowed his precious baby head and said oh so sweetly, "pray." He preceeded to say his prayer, (which sounded like this...), "Jesus. I love you. Amen." He then began to sing and do the hand motions to, "Jesus Loves Me."
Oh my word. My heart was completely melted from all of this sweetness happening.
We have never sang Jesus Loves Me to him, (I know..i'm a terrible preacher's kid). It really has just not ever crossed my mind that he is ready to learn songs or even hand motions. We always say our bedtime prayers and he sits in church with us every Sunday. After singing Jesus Loves Me, he then opened up one of his Jesus books and began to "read."
I am so incredibly thankful to the Mother's Day Out at First Baptist Church. They teach him bible stories, sing Jesus Loves Me, and color pictures of Bible characters.
My first thought, after all this happened, was, "Dear God, Please don't let my child be a preacher." My dad is a preacher, so I can say that! Being a preacher has it's positives, I suppose, but definately...definately has it's negatives.
Do you have any sweet moments like this? This is one that I will never forget. It was so incredibly sweet and so special. I just love my little boy.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Mother's Day...a week late
Yes, I know Mother's day was last Sunday. Better late than never, right?
For Mother's day, my mom drove to see us. It was kind of a last minute idea but I am really glad she came. She met us at church here in "boring-ville." Parker did not know she was coming and was literally beside himself when he saw her in the parking lot. He couldn't get out of his carseat quick enough. He was laughing, giggling and saying, "nana! nana! nanaaaa!"
This boy, loves his Nana.
But, who wouldn't? My mom usually bears toys, kisses, hugs, and oodles of playtime. My mom doesn't buy those boring kind of toys..she buys the fun toys that kids REALLY love. My mom isn't afraid to be loud with Parker..running around the house playing chase, having a screaming contest, or playing hide and seek. My mom comes with spongebob fruit gummies, gum, and will usually buy him pizza. So, really, who wouldn't want to be a Nana's boy or girl?
After church, we go to wal mart and the park at Bradley's work. We go out for lunch. We come to our house and Parker plays with his Nana for a little bit, but then it's time for a nap. He does NOT want to nap. I know. I felt horrible for making him go to sleep. He just wanted to play with his Nana. After a few minutes of crying, he was out.
My mom was a great mom to my brothers and I. She is an even better Nana. She is so in tune with Parker and always puts his needs first. She understands that riding in the car with a 2 year old is A LOT to ask and she never demands that we come to see her. She understands that plans don't always come out the way we would like...especially with a 2 year old. She is always flexible with scheduling and really, she doesn't care what we do as long as she's with Parker.
When Bradley was traveling so much last year with work, my mom was so helpful. If I needed her to watch Parker so I could go to work, she always did. She never demanded that she watch Parker at her house because she understood that it was a lot of extra work to travel with Parker. She was always happy to help and always kept Parker's needs at the top of her list. I am not sure how I would have gotten along during that time if I didn't have my mom's help.
It's always fun to watch my mom and Parker play. She isn't afraid to get on the floor and play. She isn't afraid to get dirty or messy. I love that she's such a great Nana. She was definately born to be one.
Parker picked out a really nice candle for me and Bradley got me a funny card. My mom took me to lunch. And, Bradley's sweet Meme send me a Mother's day card. I got a text message from my brother and a phone call from my dad. It was a great day.
I love being Parker's mom. It is the best and I am SO fortunate that I get to stay at home with him. I love playing with him and watching him grow up.
Happy belated Mother's day to my mom! I love you
For Mother's day, my mom drove to see us. It was kind of a last minute idea but I am really glad she came. She met us at church here in "boring-ville." Parker did not know she was coming and was literally beside himself when he saw her in the parking lot. He couldn't get out of his carseat quick enough. He was laughing, giggling and saying, "nana! nana! nanaaaa!"
This boy, loves his Nana.
But, who wouldn't? My mom usually bears toys, kisses, hugs, and oodles of playtime. My mom doesn't buy those boring kind of toys..she buys the fun toys that kids REALLY love. My mom isn't afraid to be loud with Parker..running around the house playing chase, having a screaming contest, or playing hide and seek. My mom comes with spongebob fruit gummies, gum, and will usually buy him pizza. So, really, who wouldn't want to be a Nana's boy or girl?
After church, we go to wal mart and the park at Bradley's work. We go out for lunch. We come to our house and Parker plays with his Nana for a little bit, but then it's time for a nap. He does NOT want to nap. I know. I felt horrible for making him go to sleep. He just wanted to play with his Nana. After a few minutes of crying, he was out.
My mom was a great mom to my brothers and I. She is an even better Nana. She is so in tune with Parker and always puts his needs first. She understands that riding in the car with a 2 year old is A LOT to ask and she never demands that we come to see her. She understands that plans don't always come out the way we would like...especially with a 2 year old. She is always flexible with scheduling and really, she doesn't care what we do as long as she's with Parker.
When Bradley was traveling so much last year with work, my mom was so helpful. If I needed her to watch Parker so I could go to work, she always did. She never demanded that she watch Parker at her house because she understood that it was a lot of extra work to travel with Parker. She was always happy to help and always kept Parker's needs at the top of her list. I am not sure how I would have gotten along during that time if I didn't have my mom's help.
It's always fun to watch my mom and Parker play. She isn't afraid to get on the floor and play. She isn't afraid to get dirty or messy. I love that she's such a great Nana. She was definately born to be one.
Parker picked out a really nice candle for me and Bradley got me a funny card. My mom took me to lunch. And, Bradley's sweet Meme send me a Mother's day card. I got a text message from my brother and a phone call from my dad. It was a great day.
I love being Parker's mom. It is the best and I am SO fortunate that I get to stay at home with him. I love playing with him and watching him grow up.
Happy belated Mother's day to my mom! I love you
Friday, May 6, 2011
I swear I didn't poop my pants...
So, this past weekend my aunt got married. We left our house about 11 a.m. on Saturday and took Parker to McDonald's here in Batesville for lunch. I am dressed in my very nice, expensive white pants (you know the kind you only wear to weddings or other formal events). So, after we played at McDonalds for a little while, we had to leave to get to the wedding on time.
We get to Jacksonville in time for the wedding. I see my brother and sister in law. We are standing in the back of the chapel talking. Parker is hanging all over his Uncle "an an" (dan dan) and Aunt Kekka (becca). It's almost time for the wedding so we take our seats. I see a few family members I haven't seen in a while as well as some of the people my mom works with.
I take the pew behind my brother and sister in law. (This is an important piece of info...so remember).
The wedding starts. The wedding ends. We all stand up as my aunt and her new husband walk down the aisle as newlyweds. I turn around and watch them leave the chapel. Remember that I was seated behind my brother and sister in law? So this means that when I turn around...they are now behind me.
I clap for the new couple as everyone else does, but now I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see my brother's face. He looks very surprised and nervous almost. He whispers something to me, but I can't hear what he's saying from all the commotion going on around me. Daniel, my brother, leans forward and tells me, "You have a brown spot on your pants." I laugh and tell him to quit playing around because it isn't funny. Then I look at my sister in law, and she says, "No, really. You do." I begin to take her seriously..because she wouldn't joke about something like that.
I say to her, "well how big is it?" She tells me it is rather large and shows me about how big it is. It is about the size of a medium size strawberry. I look back and forth between my brother and sister in law, to look for clues of them messing with me. I then ask him, "Where is it?" Daniel says, "It is right in the middle of your butt. It is in the worse spot imaginable." My sister in law validates him and says, "Yeah it is right in the middle."
I began to get a little panicked and embarrassed. Daniel says it looks like I pooped my pants. Becca agrees. I ask them what they think I should do. They suggest I go check it out in the mirror. So, partly because I wanted them to be joking with me, I went to the bathroom to look.
Oh. My. Lord.
There is a huge chunky brown spot right on my toosh, and not only on my toosh, but yes, it does indeed look like I pooped my pants.
I walk back out, with my big camera bag covering my rear-end. I find my mom. I show her. She laughs. I find Bradley. I show him. He laughs. They suggest I go back to the bathroom and scrape the faux poop off and try ot get it out with water. Good idea? I thought so. So off to the bathroom I go.
Bad Idea. Now it looks like I had diahrrea. And, it's bigger. But it isn't chunky anymore. It's just smeared.
I feel people are staring at me and laughing. Would I have rather had a chunky faux poop stain on my pants? Or would I rather have a diahrrea like stain on my pants? I don't know. I would rather have neither but that wasn't the situation I was in.
I was in a big dilemma. Do I change my pants and people wonder why I am wearing jeans to a wedding? Or, do I leave the poop stained pants on? It was voted by all (who were laughing at me by the way) for me to change pants.
I didn't poop my pants. I don't know what it was on my white expensive dress pants. I don't know where it came from. I think the good Lord has a great sense of humor. I think potty humor is funny and if you toot, you can bet I will laugh. From the stress of traveling with Parker and the rush of getting to the wedding, I think God knew I needed to laugh. So, Thank you God. But, next time, could the poop stain be on my leg?
We get to Jacksonville in time for the wedding. I see my brother and sister in law. We are standing in the back of the chapel talking. Parker is hanging all over his Uncle "an an" (dan dan) and Aunt Kekka (becca). It's almost time for the wedding so we take our seats. I see a few family members I haven't seen in a while as well as some of the people my mom works with.
I take the pew behind my brother and sister in law. (This is an important piece of info...so remember).
The wedding starts. The wedding ends. We all stand up as my aunt and her new husband walk down the aisle as newlyweds. I turn around and watch them leave the chapel. Remember that I was seated behind my brother and sister in law? So this means that when I turn around...they are now behind me.
I clap for the new couple as everyone else does, but now I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see my brother's face. He looks very surprised and nervous almost. He whispers something to me, but I can't hear what he's saying from all the commotion going on around me. Daniel, my brother, leans forward and tells me, "You have a brown spot on your pants." I laugh and tell him to quit playing around because it isn't funny. Then I look at my sister in law, and she says, "No, really. You do." I begin to take her seriously..because she wouldn't joke about something like that.
I say to her, "well how big is it?" She tells me it is rather large and shows me about how big it is. It is about the size of a medium size strawberry. I look back and forth between my brother and sister in law, to look for clues of them messing with me. I then ask him, "Where is it?" Daniel says, "It is right in the middle of your butt. It is in the worse spot imaginable." My sister in law validates him and says, "Yeah it is right in the middle."
I began to get a little panicked and embarrassed. Daniel says it looks like I pooped my pants. Becca agrees. I ask them what they think I should do. They suggest I go check it out in the mirror. So, partly because I wanted them to be joking with me, I went to the bathroom to look.
Oh. My. Lord.
There is a huge chunky brown spot right on my toosh, and not only on my toosh, but yes, it does indeed look like I pooped my pants.
I walk back out, with my big camera bag covering my rear-end. I find my mom. I show her. She laughs. I find Bradley. I show him. He laughs. They suggest I go back to the bathroom and scrape the faux poop off and try ot get it out with water. Good idea? I thought so. So off to the bathroom I go.
Bad Idea. Now it looks like I had diahrrea. And, it's bigger. But it isn't chunky anymore. It's just smeared.
I feel people are staring at me and laughing. Would I have rather had a chunky faux poop stain on my pants? Or would I rather have a diahrrea like stain on my pants? I don't know. I would rather have neither but that wasn't the situation I was in.
I was in a big dilemma. Do I change my pants and people wonder why I am wearing jeans to a wedding? Or, do I leave the poop stained pants on? It was voted by all (who were laughing at me by the way) for me to change pants.
I didn't poop my pants. I don't know what it was on my white expensive dress pants. I don't know where it came from. I think the good Lord has a great sense of humor. I think potty humor is funny and if you toot, you can bet I will laugh. From the stress of traveling with Parker and the rush of getting to the wedding, I think God knew I needed to laugh. So, Thank you God. But, next time, could the poop stain be on my leg?
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