Catch Up

I feel like the weeks have just been getting away from me. Here we are with only three weeks and two days left in the school year. We are a mere 6 days away from John's first birthday (seriously, a year?). We are headed into our third weekend of major plans. All of these things are great and fun and worth it but...
I feel a bit like a hamster on the wheel, just spinning in circles. My heart is burdened with so much. A friend in great need, a sister in Christ who is learning to be a new mom, a Grandma having surgery, a sister newly married, a ministry that needs my help. How does one ever prioritize correctly?

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We got a win! 16-10 was the final score. It was great although I noticed that the girls seems just as giddy at the first two game we lost as they did last night. I guess they are having fun either way and so should I.

Channeling my inner Phil Jackson

My mother often reminded me that it was wise to think before you spoke. I thought this was a silly thing. What difference would it make if I thought about it? Three weeks ago I was having a conversation with our gym teacher when he mentioned that a 6th grade girl had organized most of her fellow female classmates (most of whom have never played softball before) to form a slow-pitch softball team but he couldn't find a coach. (I am sure you can guess where this is going) I said, "Well, I could do that."

At least twice, I have wished I would have kept my mouth shut. With three games this week and two every week thereafter along with a practice I am feeling a bit too busy. So, here I am trying to channel my inner coach. I have discovered that I really want to win, even though we have lost twice. I have also discovered that I really love these girls and want them to have fun. Perhaps that is what we will accomplish this season, lots of fun. (And maybe a win.)

Spring Break 2009

He makes me smile

Elijah has been a little pistol lately. We had to get back into the routine of getting up early and going to daycare after our week off. Getting that boy out of bed in the morning is not a pleasant experience. (It usually involves tears and much whining) This morning I tried a new tactic. I went into his room and turned off his radio and humidifier and then I left. He growled, growned and whined. But then, a miracle, he heard John and yelled down the hall, "Don't worry, John. Big Elijah is coming!" He then proceeded to stomp this way down the hall to the delighted squeals of his baby brother.

He never ceases to make me smile.