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Returned from our two day rendez–vous in Louisville to the normal. Funny how much I’ve found enjoyment in the normalcy. The hotel stay was great; Matt at the Youth Advisory Board meeting on Tuesday from 8a-4p with a few breaks and the girls and I with no schedule, hanging out in the hotel room, going for a walk in the beautiful weather and enjoy the Seminary campus recreation center. Tuesday night, after the meeting ended, Matt and I enjoyed a little dinner and swimming with the girls – AKA sitting in one foot of baby pool water while Rachael ran in circles and Abi splashed. We looked foolish, but it was so much fun just to laugh and play childish games and be in the moment with our kids. No pride. Wednesday, we took the girls park-hoping to a few really fun parks with great slides, swings, ride-on bouncers, and a merry-go-round. Parks plus a wonderful walk alongside the Louisville riverfront and with full lunch bellies we spent the girls’ naptime traveling back home.

Once stepping into the house it was funny how the normal hit us: dog barking, cat zipping about, laundry piles, toy explosions, dishes overload, etc.

And I just had to laugh this morning; 6:55am wake-up call – both Rachael and Abi in sync, nursing the baby while cuddling a not-quite-awake toddler, discovery of no toilet paper, 7am phone call with Goga (my mom) in which Rachael got it into her head that we were going to eat cinnamon rolls, improved cinnamon rolls from crescent rolls while rescuing my hair-tie from the cat, attacking Daddy at 8am as his sleeping in comes to a screeching halt (I couldn’t help it!), playing in Mommy and Daddy’s bed with Rachael’s additions: thrown about foam puzzle pieces and a play cordless phone – on which Matt talked to ‘Aunt Jes’ about her making him snicker doodle cookies. hehe., Matt jolting out of bed and running for the oven at the realization that the kitchen timer had been going off for a while, sawing cinnamon rolls off the ungreased cookie sheet (promise I followed the ungreased directions) while rescuing another hair-tie and handing the baby salad tongs to pacify, joking and tickling with Matt, serving the toddler while Pounce lives up to his name in stalking and attacking my pajama pant legs. Listening to Rachael’s rendition of “Jesus Loves Dakota” sung to our dog with an interlude of pleading for more applesauce, while feeding the baby oatmeal-apples-green beans – buttering, jellying and eating my breakfast between baby spoonfuls. Matt emerging from showering bliss in just enough time to grab breakfast, wash toddler hands, put in her requested Praise Baby movie, and grab a kiss on the way to the office. And as I sit here typing these words with two fingers the above song goes through my head, baby asleep in my arms – just realized the missed dried baby food on her nose, with cat attempting to find space on my lap – sitting on the baby- while in a purry mood. I’m telling you, people, there’s no place I’d rather be.. oooo just another day in paradise.

-loving my circus! =)

I have heard recently that my children are mellow. And I would like to explore the concept of a mellow child.

Many can attribute mellow to a child’s genetic disposition. Or is mellow an environmental creation? Or is mellow a sign of a child’s understanding of predictability – for if a child understands what is expected of them and what will come next then where is the nervous anxiety or concern?

I think my kids have a bit of all of these. Though I must note that my kids have their rambunctious moments too. But I am blessed to have learned early the value of being strict with your kids. Being strict does not mean lacking love, just being clear in expectation. This is hard to describe to a by-stander. It’s hard to explain to them that your child cannot have the juice because you already told her ‘no’ and giving in to her crying, no matter how pathetic or no matter how much your heart breaks and thinks about ‘just this time’, teaching consistency is a far greater skill. No, people, being a Nazi about life is not the answer either. Don’t think that my kids won’t ever get ice cream or enjoy the freedom of yelling at the top of their lungs during play. But yelling at the top of their lungs in the car is not going to cut it, Boundaries create predictability. Predictability creates stability. Stability creates a calm child.

I guess when it boils down to it I just don’t want to live in a constant state of chaos. I don’t want to live in chasing down a toddler because running through the parking lot is an option. Introverted me would explode without some quiet around the house – and quiet is a loose definition with 2 of your own kids and 1 you watch throughout the week.

I am blessed by a toddler that enjoys quiet play as well as noisy play. Our mornings here are pretty quiet, with Abi napping, and Rachael usually looking at books, silently pulling a pull-toy in the hallway, and spending some Mommy-time laughing at the jack-in-the-box’s flailing arms when you try to stuff him in. Rachael knows what to expect – each morning she’s asked to play quietly if she wants to be in the room while I put Abi to sleep, and she prefers to be with us. Then Rachael knows that Abi sleeping means that she needs to be quiet in the hallway, but can feel free to be loud and play in the living room or the playroom or the fireside room. But Rachael has learned the difference between playing loudly and playing recklessly. And I am sincerely thankful to God that my efforts to help Rachael with her self-control, by creating boundaries, have created a very well-mannered (though she odes have her moments) and responsive child. She’s still a toddler, people, and no I’m not the baby whisperer (that’s my father-in-law), but predictability and clear expectation go for MILES.

Abi, on the other hand, is a more entertainment driven child. Her nature is to desire you to entertain her, or a toy that has movement and entertainment over a quiet toy. Knowing this about her character, though, does not mean she is constantly entertained. She, too, is expected to provide her own entertainment while playing on the floor beside my laundry folding, etc. And while she is more fussy about it at times, she has come into the same ability to self-entertain with understanding of the expectation. Now seriously, people, she’s only 8 months old, I’m not asking her to self-entertain for 40 minutes, but age-appropriately I am asking her to self-entertain. And once she understands the expectation (though sometimes Abi is much more stubborn than my Rachael), she too finds enjoyment in the clear boundaries.

I love them for their differences, but the expectation has not changed. How I teach them the expectation is unique to the child, but I try hard to be as consistent with my expectation and keep my end-goal desire in mind. It’s not about control. It’s about wanting to enjoy the ride of life. It’s about wanting to make a home that is welcoming and comfortable for all. It’s about wanting to raise my kiddos to enjoy life and get the most from the moment while still learning the values of respect, and honor because of Jesus wanting us to respect and honor each other.

Please hear my heart here… I’m not bragging. God has RICHLY blessed me in the obedience and the approach to teaching self-control and obedience to my kids. And I have a LONG way to go in upbringing kiddos to honor Christ. God is constantly reshaping me and remolding me to honor Him more and more with my family. To God be all the glory for the successes of my little family. I just want to come to Him holding out my family and be able to say, “I tried hard to run after You with these kids. My offering is so insufficient but I give it to You.”

What are some ways you give your family to Jesus, no matter how big or small your family?

Peaks and Valleys fill our lives here at the parsonage. Peaks of “we’re making it well with two kids,” and valleys of “are we going to make it through the next ten minutes?” It’s helped me ask for help more and admit my shortcomings more, which is not always that comfortable. (wink)

“The girls” Matt called them when explaining to his mom that he needed to get off the phone because we were out and about with “the girls.” The phrase brought back years of taking care of “the girls” moments passed between Mom and Dad on the phone. We were “the girls” in Daddy’s talk many a time. And now we have our own “the girls.” In that moment our family felt wonderfully complete or shall I say, well rounded. The girls…. we now really have two kids. Wow, we’re parents…. TWICE. In some moments that fact seems to age me by 10 years and in other moments that fact sees to label me irresponsible. Maybe I flirt on both sides. =)

Nothing like a good on-fire Christian to make you feel like a cold coal. But I am grateful for the reminders to continually seek the Source of Flame. Sometimes I find myself feeling like I’m doing nothing for the Kingdom when I witness old peers and younger adults say, selling all their stuff and moving to Africa (wink, wink to Theresa). It’s so easy to get caught up in the comparison game here until I begin to feel like Matt working at a Baptist church in Miamisburg is nothing compared to running off to the mission field. Maybe it’s part of my adventurous dreamer feeling antsy. Maybe I’m getting to “used to” church. Maybe Moses doesn’t feel like he’s coming back with the Ten commandments so I start building calves. God’s been using friends’ stories of devotion as little heart-checks for me. It’s nice to have your eyes opened and be spurred on… after the sting is behind you. =) But I am grateful of the reminder that this world is not my home, so don’t get too comfy here. Changing diapers is my lifestyle, but not my worth or my mission. How am I serving beyond the routines? Am I intentional? I’ve been chewing on those thoughts for a little while – they tend to be tough and lasting.

– Just sharing a little brain vomit with you all….

feel properly stained. (ewww, bad illustration.)

Take care, all.
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