Monday, December 22, 2008

Merry Christmas

It's almost noon on Monday morning...just days before Christmas. I have been up since 5:00am doing odds and ends of piddly stuff...wrapping gifts, packaging up little pumpkin gingerbread loafs and caramel corn I made during a domestic fit earlier this week. We are shortly leaving for Illinois (just outside of St. Louie) for a week of Teague togetherness. I love my other family...they are warm, generous and almost all as hyperactive as Troy. So I've brought a few books along in hopes that I will able to find a quiet corner somewhere in brother-in-law's spacious home. I think there are at least almost 20 Teagues (and a few tag-a-longs) that will be spending Christmas together this year. We alternate holidays. Troy and I have learned to compromise over the past 17 years. This with the past seven years...Christmas has been made sweeter with the addition of our son, Josiah. I can't tell you how much fun we've had this holiday season. We've been poorer than ever, but I can say that we've seen blessing after blessing come our way in the past few weeks. It's moments like these that puts everything in perspective and truly spotlights the true meaning of Christmas. So, despite the fact that Troy has already had to call the locksmith to unlock our Ford's faulty automatic lock this morning (don't ask) we feel truly blessed. It's about the Giver all good things. Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Change Upon Change

I apologize to those on facebook who, expecting just a brief passing note, find themselves in the muddled mess that are my thoughts. I thought I was just giving a link to my blogspot on blogger and I think have managed to import all these...ramblings (for lack of a better word). Good grief!

I had a job interview just a few weeks ago at our National Office. It was really a nice opportunity for me and also part-time which would have allowed me plenty of time to do my homeschooling stuff. I really enjoyed my interview (as best as one can enjoy one of those things), but realized rather quickly that I might not have the energy to handle it. So here I sit...again...but I have to say that I am sitting in a better seat. For some reason I don't feel that frantic rush to find something to help us financially. We are still broke. It's just that I think my faith has been given a little boost. There have been a few blessings recently that have let me know that God is still in control. I was reading one of my early blogs (when I was in heart failure the last time, but didn't know it yet). It was on my "myspace" page and it made me a little weepy. The bizzare thing is that I was right in the middle of planning a mother's day banquet or something. I was just so sick...and yet kept right up with what I needed to do. Crazy girl.

Why do we do we (and of course I mean that in the broadest terms) do much of this thing called "life" on our own? Is it not enough that God created the heavens and earth....I mean really! I am often amazed at my own ingenuity and wherewithall. And when I say amazed I am not in the least impressed with myself. I am just amazed that I have the gall to think I can do a better job with my life than God. I always think I have to fix things...and when I decide I am not going to try and fix things I sit around and worry about the ineptness of the Creator of the universe. Not literally, but you get the picture.

There are going to be some changes for the Teague family in the next month or so. We are torn. It will be a good situation for us in some ways, but will also shut the door on other possibilites for a time. We have lived the last few years in limbo...not knowing what the coming hours hold for us. We feel the urgency of the times but are unsure where we fit anymore. So once again I am asking again for God's hands to lead and guide us. And to bless us with that peace only He can give.

Monday, December 8, 2008

To Start Over Again

This has been a week of mixed blessings. Sometimes I feel that if I shut my eyes tight enough and then open them again slowly I will look at a life that seems more familiar to me. Not that my life has been anything but strange and kind of "made for a tv movie-ish" least in the past 12 or so years. Sometimes I don't feel as if I recognize myself, at all. Where did that quirky, spunky and kind of dreamy girl go? What I have discovered, however, in my trials and traverses is that God is still in control...despite me. This week has started out like many others. We are still wandering around an unfamiliar country. Occasionally, we see some sort of tree or rock or brook that seems familiar, but at closer look it is only a facsimile of something we once knew....So we wander on. My husband and I have been on a self-imposed furlough from something that was once so much part of us that not an hour went by without some sort of reminder of the life we had chosen or was chosen for us. It is very easy for those in full-time ministry to lose themselves in projects, people and causes. Suddenly (or not so suddenly) those projects, people and causes take the place of a deep and personal relationship with the Savior. What happens when those things are stripped away? What is left. If you were given a chance to start over again what would it be that you take with you from your former life? Those are some questions we've had to ask ourselves. And sometimes the answers aren't attractive or even very hopeful. What I have found is that the church world at large is not very forgiving to those who "should know better." After all, we used to be one of those who would plead from the pulpit for participation in our pet projects. We would cajole and persaude ....after all, if folks weren't going with the program they probably had some "issues." We have not shown mercy when it was mercy that would have made the difference. We have not shown hope when it was hope that would have made the difference. We have not followed after that one. When the pursuit would have made the difference. If we could start over again we would know that it's more about the person sitting in the pew than it is my opinion of what they should become. It is more about being that "hand extended" than it is about the Easter choir runs without a hitch or the children's carnival has plenty of workers. Sometimes it's someone like me...who should "know better"...that needs that hand. Someone who is just trying to find their way in an unfamiliar country.
I realize I have been fairly cryptic in my thoughts tonight. I wish, I wish, I wish I could reach out to those like me and some others that I know. Those who have spent their lives serving and found themselves maybe a little burnt out or a little hurt. In our case we were waylaid by the unexpected. Our lives had to change for a while and we realized that we weren't very well suited for those changes. It's tough enough when a young couple faces what we have in our marriage...infertility, chronic illness and traumatic injury. Troy has spent the past 12 of our 17 years supporting me through one health crisis after another....And not once did we stop our work. Not once did we postpone a candlelight caroling, or mother's day tea. Not once did we set another date for a revival or potluck dinner. We fed the hungry and clothed the naked. We mourned with the widow and cried with a grieving parent. So what was left when it stopped for a time. A family that needed to find themselves again...A family that needed to heal...And a family that needed God's mercy as much as anybody.
We still haven't found our way out of this "undiscovered country" (and yes, I am a trekkie). Not because of choice. There are many days I cry out "Lord, just point me in a direction!" And He reminds that just because He is preparing me for something (not quite sure what it is yet) doesn't mean that I am excused from those things He has commanded all of us to do. To show kindness and mercy to those around tell others about His grace and grieve and rejoice with the hurting and the hopeful alike. He wants more time with me...He wants me to forget my "to do" list and He just wants me. If I could start over again. That's would I would do.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Santa's come to Bass Pro

We are fortunate to live really close to the "grandaddy" of all sporting goods and fishing shops, Bass Pro in Springfield. It's something else...And pretty much a field trip all in itself. It also happens to be one of Josiah's favorite places to visit in the whole wide world. And because it's free we go frequently. Bass Pro has done something pretty neat this year and created a whole little North Pole Village with activities and a free picture with Santa Claus. We went last weekend (it was crazy busy). Josiah made a paper train for the Christmas tree, shot some sort of gun and got to sit with Santa. This Santa was especially good. He really took his time with the kids. Josiah told him that he wanted a Bumble Bee (transformer) and some Indiana Jones toys. Good times.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

My mom bought Josiah a cookie decorating kit from Hobby Lobby a few weeks ago. We just made them. I think he actually interesting in eating the frosting rather than decorating the cookies. Who can blame a boy.

The Tooth Fairy Strikes Again

Josiah has lost two teeth in the past few weeks. The first tooth was worth 50 cents. Not much I know, but the economy has hit the tooth fairy pretty hard, too. He lost the second tooth this week. Because the tooth fairy was short on cash she wrote Josiah an IOU and enclosed a coupon for a trip to the Dollar Tree. He was pretty thrilled. He is going to be really upset with me when he founds out mom has been moonlighting as the Tooth Fairy. This is serious stuff. I was going to take a pic of the gaps in his mouth, but they aren't any. Josiah's adult teeth start growing in months ago behind his baby teeth. Instead I settled for a picture of his note from the "Tooth Fairy".

What's a girl to do?

We are experiencing the last days of cable television, at least for a while, at our house. Because we are poorer than Job's turkey currently, we have had to do some budgeting. Our cable really wasn't all that's just one of those things. We don't watch a whole lot of network I will miss my cable shows. I am a bit of a reality television geek...and when I say reality...I mean of all sorts. The cooking shows, the decorating shows, the biographies about dead people (or alive), documentaries about ancient worlds...hey..I'm there! We also love old movies and those sweet sappy movies on the Hallmark Channel. Troy does the whole sports watching thing...I just don't get it. I am currently following the most recent season of Top Chef. Those Top Chefs really can curse up a storm. Makes you wonder. But I do have to say that that is the kind of competition that I can really get into. (not the cursing part, obviously) It also makes me want to start grabbing stuff out of the fridge and the cabinets to see what I can come up with. I'm not sure who I like yet in this new season. I really enjoyed Richard of last season...he did have a bit of a potty mouth on occasion, but though he knew he was exceptional he didn't rub it in and seemed play well with others. There are a few guys on this new season that come across a bit cocky.

I really love to cook, but there are things I can't cook. I can't cook sweet stuff very well. And this has been a problem since my youngest years of cooking. I remember making my first meal entirely by myself when I was 10 or 11. I made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, broccoli and cheese and angel biscuits. Yummy. Then I made a birthday cake for my mom that was highlighted by floating blueberries that swam merrily along the top of a white cake. They weren't supposed to float. In fact, I don't think I was following any particular recipe. I made the cake from scratch as well as the frosting. I guess the blueberries sounded like a good idea...only the cake needs to be completely cooked inside and cool...not to mention the frosting needed to be the right consistency. Powdered sugar and water just doesn't cut it. I also never come out with the right aboumt of cookies. If it says it will yield 2 dozen...I get 3 and a half...not dozen....just 3 and 1/2 cookies. And it's not because I've been sampling the cookie dough either. My sister says I don't follow directions very well...I do too! I just maybe mix it up a bit...which is something that you can't do in baking apparently. So here I am waiting any day now for the cable to go out and I will be forced to wait until Saturday afternoons to watch cooking on PBS...and nobody on PBS is throwing it down in a quick fire challenge.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

My apologies to Mozart

Ah! What was I thinking when I wrote last night that I didn't care for Mozart's Queen of the Night Aria? I like it very much, but didn't mean to put it on my playlist...I like opera, but for the sake of my opera loathing friends I was very choosy about the few I did put on my list. After all, who can resisit Pavarotti and his glorious Nessun Dorma....Oh well...I have offically "outed" myself as a true geeky gal.

Thanksgiving Recipes (part 1)

I am hosting Thanksgiving Dinner for my family this year. My house is little, but I don't mind squeezing everybody in. My parents are in the beginning stages of renovating their farm house and since I'm feeling much better I volunteered. I've also started making up my list of what to have. There are some things we just can't do without for Thanksgiving. Christmas we've always been a little more adventurous. That is with my side of the family...Troy's family has the same things...Christmas and Thanksgiving. We alternate Holidays. We went to Indiana our very first Christmas together...Troy's mom put on a spread, but what was amazing to me was how much she delegated out to a variety of pie shops, deli's, etc. My family (most of us wanna be amateur gourmets) made everything from scratch. I realize now that most of that was economical. I am not the pie maker in my family, but this year I will be attempting a few. Here are a few recipes that I have used year after year and I imagine will find their way to the family table once again.

Corn Casserole
This corn casserole recipe is to die for! There is nothing better than corn and cheese – together. This is a pretty rich recipe and can be totted faithful to any potluck supper or family dinner. And it is pretty! Plan on getting lots of compliments on this dish!

2 cans of cream-style corn
1 package of Jiffy Corn Mix
2 beaten eggs
1 tablespoon of milk
One-half cup of onions, chopped
One-fourth cup of butter
One-half pint of sour cream
One-half cup of grated cheddar cheese

Sauté chopped onions in butter. Mix corn, muffin mix, eggs and milk in a large casserole. Add onions and mix together. Dot with sour cream and add the grated cheese on top. Bake at 325 for 1 hour. This casserole raises so be sure to use a big casserole dish.

Not sure what to have with this dish? Try it with a tender pork loin or a juicy meatloaf. Accompany that with a potato (any style) and some slow cooked green beans. Mmm-Mmm!

Broccoli Tree Salad
I’m not sure if this is the right name for this salad, but every time my mom asks me to make it -this is what she calls it. Kind of like when she kept calling, “Hobby Lobby”-“Lobby Holly.” Anyway, this is a tasty salad with a lot of surprises. I have taken several recipes I have seen and kind of added everything I like together. It has the right amount of several good flavors.

Four cups of raw Broccoli (I just get the stuff already cut for you in the bag)
One pound of bacon, cooked and crumbled (be sure to use real bacon-bacon bits just don’t cut it!)
One-fourth cup of green onions, chopped
One-half cup of golden raisins
One-half cup of sunflower seeds
One cup of mayonnaise
One-half cup of sugar
One-half cup of red wine vinegar

Just dump everything in a big bowl (be sure to mix up you mayonnaise, sugar and vinegar in a separate little bowl first-this will let you get it good and stirred around-then add to the big bowl). Stir everything around really good and refrigerate for a little bit. Unless everyone in your house is opposed to “green stuff,” I guarantee this salad won’t last too long!

Superior Cheese Cake
This is the best cheese cake recipe on the planet. It was given to my mom when I was teenager by a dear friend who had moved from the East Coast (she also catered my wedding rehearsal dinner). We have been having it for birthdays and special occasions ever since. It seems like an awful lot of work, but it is well worth it. Plan a lot of time to cook it, because it has to stand in the oven for two hours after it is cooked.

1 pound of Cottage cheese, sieved
1 pound of Cream cheese
One and one-half cup of sugar
Four Eggs
One Tablespoon of lemon juice
One Teaspoon of vanilla
Three Tablespoons of flour
Three Tablespoons of cornstarch
One-fourth lb. Of butter, melted and cooled
One pint of sour cream

Cream cheeses and sugar together. Add eggs and beat well. Stir in lemon juice, vanilla, cornstarch and flour. Add melted butter and mix until smooth. Blend in sour cream. Pour into a greased 9-inch spring-form pan and bake 1 hour at 325. Turn off oven and let cake stand in oven for 2 hours, with door closed. Remove and cool thoroughly before removing sides of pan. It makes about 12 nice servings or more. Can be served with strawberry glaze, cherry pie filling or pineapple.

I will try and add a few more this week. I make my turkey a specific way (I might have already blogged about that) and my mom-in-law makes two special desserts every holiday that are absolutely delish.

Rankin and Bass Come Home

So I have been messing around with my blogspot here. Unfortunately, I messed around without paying attention and deleted most of my little widgets. Hah! Laugh if you will, but I spent time and energy putting all of those little widgets in place. My poor little widgets. Now I have to go find new ones. For who wants a naked blog! One of the first things I did was create a new music box. I think I have 3 or 4 different accounts on the playlist site. I can never remember what email or username I used. I had fun. For those of you (especially those who have really ever known me as sister pastor) astonished at some of my choices of music please keep in mind that I am a bit fruity. But these are some of my fav's of all time. Except for a few. It was late when I was digging around the playlist site and I added a few of Mozart's I really don't care for. The Queen of the Aria (or whoever she is) wound up there by mistake and I couldn't figure out how to properly remove her. So please feel free to move on down the list.

In other news, I went and had dinner with my besty from High School, Lavonna. Bless her heart. The only child in her home is her 15 year old step daughter. She was treated to all of my dear son's exhibitionist tendancies. He does show out. If he wasn't so stinkin' cute it would be a problem. She did treat us to cashew chicken...which is like my favorite food in the whole wide world. After dinner, Josiah and I went to Sam's Club did some impulse shopping. In my defense, I did attempt to call Troy at work to see if we could swing it. But, I just couldn't help myself. One of the traditions Troy and I developed years and years ago B.J. (before Josiah) was that we decorated our Christmas tree while watching all the old Rankin-Bass Christmas know the ones. Santa Claus is coming to town...Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Anyhoo, when we made the final switch to DVD all of our Christmas VHS tapes were obviously no longer watchable. Josiah watched at least 2 of them when we got home. He's hooked. It's pretty neat when your child falls in love with something that was part of your childhood. Wonder if he'll feel the same way about The Cosby's, Little House and the Smurfs.

Well...I better get to bed. I've really enjoyed my unemployed situation so far. My house is cleaner, we've had real food to eat and I'm actually getting to do a few things I enjoy putting all those little widgets in my blog.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Here I go again

I'm up late tonight. Possibly just taking advantage of my newly unemployed "can stay up a little later" state. I'm overwhelmed with the amount of "stuff" I have neglected in my attempt over the past several months to be "all things to all people." It can be exhausting being a people pleaser. My most recent project today was cleaning and organizing my son's room. I found things in his closet that do not resemble anything I've seen in my lifetime. Bless his heart.

There is much that I have neglected in my attempt at what I like to call "life as a normal person." There are issues in my life that have prevented me from functioning at full capacity for quite some time. Every so often I throw a tantrum and take matters into my own hands. This last attempt involved working within the field of my education. Too bad all those years of college didn't do more to improve my immune system. Not a good career path for someone with major chronic health issues. Oh well. At least my sweet son can benefit from my 125+ hours of education. I was on the computer early this morning...researching online degree programs and federal grants. Don't know what I want to be when I grow up, yet.

Anyhoo, despite all of that there is a strange sense of anticipation in the Teague home. Could it be that God is getting ready to send us off again into ministry? I sure hope so. I do admit that we have learned some valuable lessons that could have only been learned on our self-imposed sabbatical. We know ourselves much better now. Some of it we like...some...well....the less said the better. What it has done has reaffirmed our passion for the least what we consider our "philosophy" or "world view". It's all about the folks...right? And those relationships we have built and people we have been able to touch and those who have touched us. It's about doing "unto the least of these". We could care less that the people we care about the most won't find their way to any positions of power or halls of fame.

If I could turn back time and tell my younger self anything it would be to not sweat the small stuff...worry less about the programs and appearances. Don't worry about pleasing everyone. And treasure those people up...keep the big picture in focus. Most importantly, just let God do what God needs to do. Don't get so defensive and relax...and as a good friend of mine always reminds me "it will all come out in the wash."

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Hello, Again.

It's been quite a while since I posted a blog on this particular site. Life gets busy! Hopefully, things in my life will settle back down for a bit and I will be able to concentrate on the things I love the most. Josiah and I have been busy doing school work. Probably, not as busy as we need to be, but we have had fun. I'll try and post pics of some of the projects and lapbooks we've been working on.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Son of a Preacher Man

I admit it. I have a deep seeded phobia that my son will grow up to be stereotypical preacher’s kid. Rotten and proud of it. For centuries, preacher’s kids have walked the fine line between perfection and hellfire and brimstone. I, myself, became a neurotic overachiever with a warped sense of humor and chip the size of a small semi-truck on my shoulder. All in all, I am one of the lucky ones. I won’t and really can’t get into my theory of why preacher’s kids have such a hard time of it. Mostly, it can be summed up in one little ditty from the eighties, “I always feel like somebody’s watching me…”
My son, bless his little heart, is well on the path of becoming one of the Rotten. He is remarkably intelligent. Beautiful beyond words. Charming. And has managed to do all the things that make me want to hide in the choir robe room for the duration of a Sunday Morning service.
For generations, young boys have discovered the thrills of wee-weeing in places other than that marvelous invention, the toilet. I have heard many tales of little fellows dropping their britches and proceed to water MeMaw’s rose bushes. I don’t know why I thought my son would be any different. First, there was the pee pee on the platform at church. One Wednesday night I had stayed home from church, laying in bed with some ailment. When Troy and Josiah came home, Josiah came into the bedroom and proudly informed me, “I went pee pee on the platform.” “Why?” I asked. “Why didn’t you go to the bathroom?” He scratched his baby soft hair and looked at me with those big dark eyes. “It was dark in there.” How could I argue with that? I wouldn’t like to tinkle in a dark room either. It became apparent however; that Josiah also used his pee pee has somewhat of a scientific experiment. One evening, at a ladies meeting, one of our little girls came and informed me that Josiah had wee-wee’ed down the floor drain in the woman’s bathroom. I found Josiah staring in amazement at the floor drain. The look on his face said it all…”What a cool place to use the potty!” A handful of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant and a pop on his bare bottom soon dissuaded him of trying that little experiment again. Now in Josiah’s defense this happened when he was much younger. He is now a sophisticated 6-year-old.
Preacher’s kids spend hours upon hours at the church. Prayer meetings, work days, revivals…just ordinary “Dad needs to be in the office today” days. The church is our second home. I, myself a PK, am well acquainted with a bottle of pledge and how to dust a pew (work days). Josiah has learned to occupy himself, good or bad, during those times I can’t sit on him. For example, when he was littler and accompanied me to the weekly Morning Prayer meeting Josiah would flit from person to person, gathering any gum and candy he can. He played with the lights, swung imaginary golf clubs and sang to the praise music that comes through the speakers. Maybe all that praying done around him eventually rubbed off.
This week we’ve moved into a season of our lives that is oh-so-common for the pastor’s family. In the next few months we will be searching for a new position. That is the part I don’t like for my little guy. I wish we could offer him more permanency…Being a PK myself I can’t imagine how it must be to graduate from the same school you started kindergarten from. Oh well…I know God has a place for us. It’s my job not to let my uncertainty and conflict about this part of the life God has called us to affect my family.

Perfect Poptarts

I wrote this a few years ago. My little guy is now 6-years-old and in kindergarten. A few things have changed...He's potty trained at least. Some things haven't changed so much...He still loves poptarts and I am still an imperfect parent...:<)

Here is a thought. Perfection is impossible. There is a devotional in my Woman’s Devotional Bible entitled, "Happy are the Adaptable." Ain't that the truth. Most importantly, perfection in parenting is impossible. Again, "Happy Are the Adaptable." I had lofty ideas and opinions before I became a parent. My children would be obedient, well-rounded little individuals. Because of my experience as a teacher and numerous years of college I would have the skills to fill their days with unique learning opportunities. My children would eat plenty of vegetables, be potty trained at an appropriate age, share well with others and of course, be well prepared for kindergarten by age 3. HA, you say! Let me tell you about a day we had earlier this week.Early in the morning I woken up by a little face who comes into the bedroom and asks for a poptart. "There are no pop tarts Josiah. You and Daddy ate the poptarts." Josiah throws his body onto the bed in a show of disgust. "I need a poptart." “There are no poptarts, Josiah. How about cheese toast? You like cheese toast." Another dive across the bed. Is it too early for time out? Eventually we settle on peanut butter toast and chocolate milk. Josiah then proudly sits on the potty, does a tinkle and proceeds to run around the house, without the pull up...while I run after him. "Josiah, put on your pullup. Josiah stop playing with your pee pee." "It's a penis." Josiah informs me.
Later in the morning we have a visit from a Parents As Teachers Instructor. Now if I do say so myself Josiah is a smart little guys. He counts, knows his colors, and can carry on a fairly intelligent conversation...despite me. One by one toys are brought into the living room. After all, we must show off our stuff. During our visit Josiah comes out of his room waving around a pop gun that he found in the basement. "Pow Pow." He says, aiming right for the Instructors head. "Josiah," I say, "Don't point that at people. Give Mommy the gun." "Pow Pow", he says…this time aiming right at my head. The Instructor giggles and I am thankful that she herself is the mother of boys. Later in the day I sit Josiah down at the table with his bucket of crayons and a Wiggles coloring book his daddy bought him. While I am folding laundry and talking to my sister on the phone...Josiah methodically tears every page out of the coloring book. Dozens of papers line the floor of my dining room with our two boy cats and Josiah gleefully running through them like a pile of leaves.At some point I realize that I have neglected to take Josiah to the potty and he is now telling me that it is time to change his pants. So much for consistency. My mom thinks the poor guy is going to have to train himself. It's lunchtime. I fix Josiah a grilled cheese sandwich. "I want a poptart." "Baby, we don't have any poptarts. You and Daddy ate all the poptarts." "I want a poptart." "There are no poptarts, Mommy made you grilled cheese."Another dive onto the floor. Mommy digs out an Oreo cookie to appease the poptart eater.During naptime Josiah wants to watch Veggie Tales. Against the advice of every education professor I have ever had we put a television with a VCR in his room. This TV only will play movies. I put on the Veggie Tales, "Dave and the Giant Pickle". I stretch out beside him on the bed to wait until he goes to sleep. An hour later I wake up from a groggy sleep to find every toy out of the toy box and yellow play dough ground into the Rescue Hero tower.The rest of the day is more of the same. At one point he decides to pour my bottle of water on the couch to clean it off. I spend the next few hours looking like I have wet my pants. Later in the afternoon Josiah takes all of the cushions off of the couch and does cannon balls with them over the hardwood floors. He tells me that Daddy took them off. Poor Daddy. 42 years old and still playing in the couch cushions. It's time for supper. I make Chicken Alfredo and a tossed salad. "I want a poptart." "Josiah, we don't have any poptarts." Another dive onto the floor. Later, while cleaning sticky noodles out of his cup and off of the TV (don't ask) I realize that Josiah has not had a vegetable all day long.
It is later that night. Josiah has stayed up way past the appropriate hour for a two year old. He is snuggling next to me and I am reading "Good Night Moon." Josiah loves this book. We have to read it over and over and over. He leans over and kisses my shirt. "I slobbered on your shirt, Mommy." "Thank you, baby." This busy baby is growing into a thoughtful, intelligent little person. Despite the fact that we might not get a vegetable in during the day. Despite the fact that I now have a colorful mural drawn on my bedroom wall (about his height). Despite the fact that when I got him I forgot all that 125 hours of early childhood education had taught me. I am thankful that God has allowed me the experience of potty training and ground in playdough. How blessed am I? Perfection is not all that it is cracked up to be. I am the proud mother of a fun, busy, smart little boy. This little guy is doing just fine...poptarts and all.
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