MrsMommyCEO

Little Sir

 

I realized today that my youngest son has a new nickname, one that is so fitting in my opinion, that I catch myself calling him by it more and more often. Little Sir. Which may sound strange, but in our house (where I am the only girl amongst 4 boys) the term sir is very common.

My 4 year old and I have a running joke, whenever he does something for me, I always respond in a very deep and formal voice and say, "Thank you sir". To which he replies, "Your welcome ma'am". So because my four year old is Sir, his younger brother could only be Little Sir.

 

And believe me, this little sir is an ornery one indeed. But he's just so cute, most of the time I can't help but scoop him up for hugs and kisses. He's now infamous for using everything from boxes, to ride-on trucks, to people in order to hoist himself up on to the couches. And when he gets there, oh you've never seen a baby beam with pride the way that he does. He's discovered the trash can, and not only does he love to take things out, but he loves to put things in! It's hilarious to constantly look in the trash can before you throw anything away to make sure there are no sippy cups or little people that need rescuing!

 

Charming should have been his middle name, because he has a smile and a sideways glance that will just melt your heart. He catches people's eye in stores and makes them smile or in the case of one lady in line behind us, play peek-a-boo. His giggle can make just about anyone turn and smile. He's truly just delightful and joyous (and of course I'm not at all bias!)

I am so eager to see the little boy that he will become and I am humbled and grateful to be along for the ride.

Inspiration

I am so thankful for the Internet... of course I am, I spend 75% of my day attached to my computer. In all seriousness, I'm grateful for the people that have had a chance to touch my life without even knowing it and it's my hope that just maybe I am able to touch someone else's life in the same way.

I'm an avid blog reader and I'm always on the hunt for new ones. A few months ago I stumbled across Janet Phillips' blog and I instantly fell in love with her. She inspired me creatively, emotionally, and most importantly, spiritually. The thing is, I've never said anything to her, I've never sent her an email or even commented on her blog. But honestly, her blog is one of my absolute favorites. I admire her creativity immensely, for she is truly talented as a designer, as a scrapper, and a photographer. I admire her as a parent, because from everything that she has said about her experiences with her children, I always get the feeling that she is very grounded, focused on what is truly important and that she takes the time to enjoy the small stuff. And probably most importantly, she has inspired my faith.

I have been a Christian all my life but I have struggled with how to literally practice my religion. It's one thing to believe, to tell people that you are a Christian, but it is another thing to show them, to let your life and your actions speak for themselves. I was instantly struck by how Janet seemed to do this effortlessly... her faith is as much a part of her life as breathing. It's incredible to listen to her stories and to draw from them, so that I can learn to spread my faith through my whole life.

I admire her honesty, that she is not afraid to talk about her faith so openly. In the world we live in, I think that we are constantly on guard against offending others with our religion, worried that we will put them off in some way. However, she has an attitude that I am trying to adopt myself... that her faith is as much a part of her as that fact that she has two hands. It just is, and she doesn't apologize for it or seem in any way hesitant to talk about how she truly feels and I believe that is beautiful and amazing!

I'm sure the chances of her reading this are very slim, but I needed to voice how very much she has touched my life and also, how grateful I am that God has given us such wonderful opportunities to know others, no matter how far away they are!

Definitely a Monday...

We got an official diagnosis of bronchitis (me and Logan) and pink eye (just me) this morning. We are both on strong doses of antibiotics and strict instructions from my doctor to REST and not attend anymore Eagles games while sick... but hey, that's what makes a true fan right? Maybe just a stupid fan.

Also, as is my pattern these days, I've been spending lots of time today thinking. Yeah, you are getting sick of all the introspection right? But it's just that once you allow yourself to look at your life from a perspective that is open to change and transformation, once you leave your defenses behind, you'll learn amazing things about yourself.

More and more each day, I believe that God has been waiting for this moment in my life, where I am so open to His teachings and guidance.

Just as a brief example, I have a very bad temper, which most people have no idea about. Because when my anger flares quickly, I have always stifled it and internalized whatever I am feeling. In one way, this is not bad because I don't often unleash things in anger on those I care about... the unhealthy part is that I normally don't unleash my feelings at all. I've spent a lifetime, holding back my feelings because I'm so worried about hurting someone else... even though they hurt me in the first place. I am realizing how unhealthy this is, not only for me and my mental well-being, but also for the strength of the relationships that I have. I need to learn that my own feelings are valid and that there is a way to express them calmly and rationally to the people around me... because I cannot blame someone for hurting me, if they are never aware of it. If I allow myself to be a doormat, I have no one to blame but myself when I repeatedly get walked all over. This is a stressor in my life and one that I would like to work on changing, because how much of my time and energy is wasted on anger and frustration that should be very easily taken care of?

Right now I'm also praying for God's help with my daily activities. I realize that I have taken on entirely too much, and the hard part is that the things that I want to do are all wonderful things, there are just too many of them. To the point that my attention and energy becomes so diluted that I have no focus and thus, accomplish very little. I know that this is not what God wants from me. As the Bible says, "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might" ~Ecclesiastes 9:10, and that is what I want for my life. I want to seek God's guidance in exactly what things I should be doing, so that I may do them with the energy that they deserve, with the focus and attention to detail that I have always possessed.

Life truly is a balancing act... or juggling, if you will. And as I look back, I feel as though my truest struggles began when I started trying to juggle 100 balls at once. Instead of putting a few down, to possibly be picked up again later, I just kept trying to keep them all in the air. So instead of having a bad day and maybe dropping one or two, I would have a bad month and drop them all, because I forgot the most important ball, which is God's. As long as I focus on Him, on keeping his ball as an absolute constant in the act of my life, then I have faith that he will take care of the rest of them.

As it says in Matthew 6:33, "Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well."

5 Months already!

Logan is five months old already and I really can't believe it! Where does the time go?

He's an absolutely delightful baby. He's happy and social and just really a joy to be around. He's an easy smiler and loves to giggle and play. He absolutely adores his brothers. They are his idols and I can just tell by the glint in his eye that he's watching them and thinking, "Someday I'll be running along right beside them!"