My morning devotional

This morning my mom called @ 5:30 to let me know that she would not be meeting me at the gym for our normal work out. I was not upset about this at all. Yeah, I could have gotten up and gone by myself. But I decided to sleep in. I woke up at 6:57 and promptly realized that it was going to be a rush around kind of morning. I need to be in the shower by 6:45 to be on time.

I have a touch of the O.C.D. I enjoy accomplishing certain tasks in the morning. My routine usually goes something like this:
*Work out (didn't get this one done. I was ok with that.)
*Come home and have my morning devotional/ prayer time
*Shower
*Put on makeup
*Go and get Jackson up
*Watch a little tv with him
*Get him dressed/ fed
*Feed myself
*Dry hair
*Put on some clothes
*Out the door to drop off Jackson with his Grandmama or Nana

Waking up late threw a big fat wrench into my routine. It happens at least once or twice a week and when it does I rush around like a chicken with it's head cut off. I get ill and short with my family. I feel empty because I haven't filled up with Jesus. Or food. So needless to say, grouchiness ensues.

I had finished putting on my make up and rushed through the house to Jackson's room to get him out of bed. I walked in and there my little man was standing in his crib. He had that precious ear to ear smile on his face. This is also a part of my morning routine; walking into the room of a little boy who greets each new day with a smile. I opened his curtains and adjusted the blinds to let some light into the dark room. I picked up my little boy and he was singing something. The theme song to Bob the Builder, I think. As I started to walk out of the room, I noticed that the sun was coming up and you could see it perfectly through his window. I stopped, turned around, and carried Jackson to the window so he and I could take a quick peek at it together.

And God met us there.

We talked about the sun and how God made it and how He commands it to rise every morning. We talked about how beautiful it was. Jackson said that it was "oreeenge". We said thank you Jesus for the sun. We also thanked Jesus for a new day. Quietly in my heart, I thanked God for the Son who washed me of all my sins and hatefulness. And thanked Him for still loving me even when I am harried and have pushed Him off to sleep in a few extra minutes. You see, Jesus wants us all day. Not just in the little time slot I have alloted him at 6:30 in the morning. And He is willing to meet us anytime.

Thank you Jesus for meeting with me today. I don't deserve your presence or your love. But you give it abundantly. I love you.

I think his father put him up to it.

Last week was glorious. We had several days that hit the wonderful temperature of 75+ degrees. I'm not usually a shorts kind of gal, but since our air conditioning kicked the bucket last September and we had yet to replace it I had to bite the bullet and put a pair on. (By the way, it is amazing to be married to a man who knows really skilled people. As soon as we started getting hot weather my hunk of a man called one of his contacts and close friends to come over and fix the AC. THANK YOU Randy Peacock for replacing our AC Unit for us. You are wonderful. I'm sure you never read this blog but in case you do, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR AIR CONDITIONING CRAFTINESS!)

Anyhoo. Back to the whole short story. Pun intended my friends.

So I put on the shorts after I got home from work. I was about to start cooking dinner but I went into the living room first for a little play time with Jackson. I sat down on the floor and watched him play with his trains for a minute. I was sitting criss cross applesauce and Jackson decided that he wanted me to read a book to him. He came and sat down on my crossed legs and immediately started giggling. Uncontrollably. He then turned to me and said, "Mama's legs are tickly." I was like what? What is he talking about.

He was definitely talking about my leg hair. Yup, my leg hair was so long that it tickled my child. Wowza.

And you know what I did? I shaved. A whole 2 days later.

My poor husband.

Please join me in prayer today for this family.

Philippians4: 4-7
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say rejoice! Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

My husband.

This picture is of my husband and his 6 siblings. You can click on the picture to get a better look. My man is the 2nd from the end on the right. You can tell he has a problem with being shy, right? The one next to him is the equally shy and reserved Zachary. (Zachary works for Kyle sometimes). Please pray that someday they can break out of their shells. Thank you.
The poor guy really is pitiful.

An open letter to the Sprout Network

Dear Sprout Network,

First off, let me tell just how delightful I find your station. I am aware that you are owned and operated by PBS. I know I can trust you to broadcast quality, educational programs for my child to enjoy. Although I try to not let my child watch too much television during the day, we have especially enjoyed watching the Goodnight Show with the always lovely Nina and her sidekick Star. I love how my little boy learns a new sign language sign every night. His personal favorite is "construction".

My distress with your network stems from one small problem. No, make that LARGE problem. I would assume that you are aware of the fact that children thrive off of routine and schedules. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING IN CHANGING YOUR NIGHT TIME LINE UP???????????? Since my son was about 1 year old our routine has consisted of: dinner, bath time, brush teeth, Goodnight Show, read a book, snuggle, bed time. Let me be a little bit more specific, the shows that we have watched on the Goodnight show have been The Bernstein Bears and Thomas & Friends. After those 2 shows are over I take my little man and get him all snuggled into his bed. And might I add, he has rarely given me an ounce of trouble with bed time. Because HE THRIVES OFF OF HIS SCHEDULE. Ahem.

As we turned on the television this past Tuesday, I noticed there was a change in the line up. I didn't really think much of it. It was April Fool's day and I thought it was cute that your network decided to enjoy the silliness. Whatever. I assumed that everything would be back to normal. My child didn't understand the "silliness". He asked to watch Thomas but I was able to distract him. Much to my chagrin the next night was still messed up. NOT COOL SPROUT. NOT COOL. What are you thinking? You have replaced my son's 2 favorite shows with Calliou. Really? I would go out on a limb and say that Calliou is about the worst children's show ever. EVER. But I had to sit there and suffer through it, hoping with all my heart that Jackson would watch it and forget about his other shows. HE DIDN'T FORGET. The poor child just kept asking me over and over if Thomas was coming on. No baby, Sprout has screwed with us.

Of course, bed time has been way more difficult this week thanks to your horrible decision to "mix things up". I still haven't figured out a new night time schedule. I don't think my son or I can tolerate Calliou. So thanks Sprout. Thanks a whole ton.

Sincerely,
A really ticked off viewer

I love me some Oprah, but...

I apologize for taking a serious turn here with this post. But I couldn't ignore this video. My mother in law sent me an email with this link in it today, and I was totally blown away. Please link over and watch the video.