on family conversations

on unexpected angels

gotta give some props

our contribution to the Advent "movement"...
So we found out last week that we are moving. In 5 weeks. With a newborn. And yes, the very idea makes me tired. And a little sad. Sad to leave behind the relationships that have begun blossoming right here. Sad to part from the ministries that have yet to grow into fullness. Oh, and there's the minor point of packing and moving house just 6 months after settling into the place we're in now. (Yes, I moved into a new house at 6 months pregnant while the Hubby was gone on a mission trip - that was fun...) (And in all fairness I did have amazing help from friends and family.)But a new church district and new opportunities

things I haven't done...
The things I haven't done: unpacked my hospital bag, any laundry except the baby's, vacuumed the white fuzz from the nursery rug that seems to shed it's way through the entire house, sorted my maternity clothes or started looking thru my older clothes to find things that both fit and allow for nursing. But... I've conquered several steps toward nursing and scheduling, been peed on more than once, cried tears of both joy and exhaustion, taken (a couple) long afternoon naps, and generally put my old self to shame by letting all the extra things go undone. Overall, I'm pretty proud of myself.

top 5 faves in the first 2 weeks::
Halo Swaddle Sleep Sacks::in the fuzzy fleece material. It keeps him warm, eliminates the need for a blanket, can't be kicked off, and doesn't ride up around his face and nose.Aden & Anais Organic Muslin Wraps::made by an Australian company. These wraps are the perfect size - they are big enough to swaddle easily and also double as nursing covers. The muslin is soft and breathable and

the difference between mommies and daddies... (2)
So I've continued noticing vast differences in how The Hubby and I react to baby situations. Sometimes they're so funny that I just have to share - so I've created a whole new label thread for "the difference between mommies and daddies". (Catch the first one right here.)This morning we were eating our brown rice and apple sauce in quiet family contentment. Little Man was watching from his Boppy-bouncy-thingy on our long kitchen counter, fed and dry, cooing happily away. Until....Pllssssphhhhhh. Phhht. Pssttttphhhhht!Loud juicy squirts blew thro

the blank slate...
The other day The Hubby came into our room where I was nursing Little Man."I know we've talked about this before, but it really hit me this morning," he said."This baby is a blank slate right now. Every single thing we do - or don't do - is forming his character and shaping him into the man he will someday become. That means there is no insignificant choice, no pointless decision."Even though he is small and not fully aware of his surroundings yet, our habits are teaching and molding him."Talk about profound.Talk about frightening in the sheer weight of responsibility.And no, I'm not wigging out. I'm not going all OCD o