Drewism

Drew announced the other day, at a random time, that he was going to lay down in his bed and close his eyes. I said, "Are you going to take a nap?" And he said, "No, I'm going to play mole."

I'm pretty sure he meant "play possum".

Playing mole is a whole other kind of game.

Y-M-C-A

I hope you sang the title of this post.

Big Dan and I joined the Y. In case you didn't know, there is a YMCA within walking distance of my house. I can assure you that no one is walking there given that at any time, on any day, the parking lot is overflowing.

They built the Y not long after we moved here almost completing my little circle of bliss. I'm still waiting on a Chik-Fil-A. When it opened they had an open house. I went and have been asking to join ever since. I don't know what got into him, but Big Dan mentioned one night that we should, and the next night, we did.

There is nothing like free childcare to motivate a mom to get on the treadmill. I was nervous. I had just read another blog post about being a "newbie" at the gym, and while I was pretty sure I wasn't going to fall off the treadmill, I couldn't be sure. It is me we're talking about. Believe it or not I have a long gym history. Before I was married and then even after I was married I belonged to a "ladies only" gym where I could step aerobic to my heart's content. I LOVE step aerobics. I know they sort of stink of the 80s but I can't help it. When we first moved here I joined another ladies only gym, but they were too cool for the step aerobics, so I spent a lot of time on the treadmill. Well, there and in the sauna. And the hot tub. Look, it was during my "retirement" period. I had some time to kill...

Turns out I remembered how to use the treadmill and this one had a t.v. screen attached to it. Oh technology how I love you!! How else would it be possible to jog and watch Paula Deen put 4 lbs. of butter into whatever deliciousness she was cooking up that day? My body might be jogging, but my heart is with the butter! I also went to a step class. Turns out the Y is not too cool for the step and I'm so happy about it. I must say my teacher was a little crabby. She was not exactly the shape of someone you would expect to teach step aerobics, WHICH IS FINE, but hopping off the step to take little breaks does not exactly inspire confidence. And, if you're going to only do the routine halfway, don't scoff at me when it takes me a little while to get your fancy "knee-up, turn on the step, down, up, over" move ok? It's been 4 years and 2 babies ago. Cut me some slack.

There were some high school girls who showed up late to the class. I know they were in high school based on their clothing and their side ponytails. Shouldn't someone tell them that they did not think up the side ponytail, that the 80s thought it up? Of course, the side ponytail was a nice addition to the step aerobics. These girls stood outside the door gawking at all of us moms heaving around. I'm pretty sure they were laughing. Until they came in and tried to actually do the routine. They lasted 10 minutes. Ha! Take that side ponytail brigade!

I must say one of the highlights of my working out has been my long neglected "workout" playlist. I'm not exactly sure when I put it together. Maybe two years ago when I was "training" for the 5K. The great thing about neglecting a playlist for so long is that you forget what's on it. Imagine my delight as I jogged along and "Ice, Ice, Baby" started playing. It was all I could do not to bust a rhyme of my own. Don't be scared. I didn't.

I've had some good workouts and I'm not even counting walking 5 miles to the car with the baby carrier. Hopefully some gym time will help with that pesky weight loss resolution. If not I'm sure it will make for some good stories!

Heads Up

Drew~March 14, 2007



Emily~January 21, 2010

Haiti

I know it must seem strange that I posted a very shallow, rambling post in the midst of the horrible tragedy in Haiti. All over blogdom people were putting up links to sites for donations or linking to stories of people they knew.

I didn't know what to say.

The tragedy in Haiti is mind blowing. I have been especially burdened for two groups of people. First, there are many, some right here in Nashville, who were waiting to bring home children they had adopted. I have known many adopting families, and what I know is that the minute that mother sees her baby's picture and learns his or her name, that baby is hers. My heart breaks thinking that some of those mother's may not get to bring their babies home. Second, I watched three parents on the news today talking about their college students who were in Haiti to serve. There has been no word from them. My throat tightened as I carefully watched the mother who was a part of the interview. She was desperate. It was obvious she had not slept in days and it seemed that sitting still was almost too much for her. Her baby is lost and she feels like no one is helping her find her. I had to turn the channel.

I have been hesitant to post any links to just random organizations for the 8 of you to donate to. You know, over a week later, when I'm sure you have already done something. Unlike me. Paralyzed.

Today, though, I found out that our church is partnering with the Hands and Feet Project based out of Franklin. Fellowship Bible is sending a team of medical professionals to serve. They left today and they will be helping with the medical/surgical teams in Jacmel (the city where the Hands and Feet orphanage is). On the church's website it says that individuals donated planes and fuel to get the doctors there. I am thankful that those who are blessed enough to have their own planes are so freely giving in such a time of need.

So. Pray.

Give-you can donate money to Fellowship Bible for the relief effort or donate directly to the Hands and Feet Project on their website.

And Pray some more.

"He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds." Psalm 147:3

This and That

Phew. Well, it turns out keeping all these resolutions keeps me really busy. What, with all the cooking, and cleaning out of the laundry room, and the lipstick wearing, I have had no time for blogging. I know it's been hard wiping away all those tears you have from missing my posts. I'm deeply sorry.

I have several things to comment on. No surprise there, I'm sure.

First up, I saw on the news a few mornings ago that a guy invented what he is calling the "sarc mark." This is a little symbol you can put in emails, on facebook, etc., denoting when you have used sarcasm. Really? Is it really THAT big of a struggle to discern when someone is being sarcastic? Maybe I'm just gifted in the fine art of sarcasm, but I think that for $1.99 you'll be getting ripped off. (It costs $1.99 to download the "sarc mark" to your computer). And, also, my posts would be practically unreadable if I had to use the "sarc mark" every time I was being sarcastic. Not that I'm sarcastic much...(insert sarc mark.)

Second, I get to watch approximately zero t.v. in the evenings these days. Which is fine, because I don't really feel like I'm missing out on anything fabulous. I mean, who cares when "So You Think You Can Dance" is not on. But, last week Facebook lit up like a candle with everybody saying something about Pants on the Ground. Wha?! I had no idea what it was all about, so, naturally, I googled it. And I must say, I'm a big fan. I hope teachers every where are walking up behind students with saggy pants and singing this song!

Third, Big Dan, the kids and I made a mad dash for Knoxville on Saturday so we could go to the game (UT basketball game that is). My sister, Kristin, kept the kids. I bow to her and kiss her feet. We had such a great time being together. Last year was the first UT basketball game I had ever been to and it was one to remember! I saw some great sights again this year, including a man wearing a hat with a Power T on it that blinked. Off and on. Like electric lights. Spectacular. Not to be outdone was the 50+ woman behind me wearing orange leather pants. She also had a sporty pair of orange leather gloves.

It was just what the Big Orange doctor ordered. Vol fever has been running a little low around here lately. You know, with all the criminal activity from the athletes and being Hollywooded by He Who Shall Not Be Named (never trust a man from L.A. -just sayin') I really needed to get some spirit. The game was great-we won in overtime by 2! And they introduced the new football coach at the game. Can I just say I wanted to scoop up his little kids and squeeze them??

Big Dan laughs at me when I say things like "Well, he seems like a nice guy", because apparently being a nice guy does not always make you a good coach. Go figure. But, I've decided I like Derek Dooley and here's why: 1) In his press conference he said the word "britches", specifically the phrase, "dust off your britches". What's not to love about a man who says "britches"?? 2) While everyone wants to talk about his legend-of-a-coach Dad, Coach Dooley made a point to mention his mom and what an influence she had on him. I mean, come on. Pure gold, I tell you.

Last, but definitely not least is the weather. The glorious 50+ temps we've been having. AND, yesterday, it stayed light until almost 5:30!!!! Do you know what this means??? The deepest, darkest days of winter have passed, and I didn't even notice! Spring is coming. I can smell it!

Drewism

On Wednesday we went for a walk. You know, since it was a balmy 47 degrees, we decided to get out and bask in the sun.

As we walked along, we saw several ant hills. I told Drew about them and later he planted his foot right on one.

He said, "Don't worry mommy, I'm just tucking them in."

3

My first born son is three years old.

I am a month late in writing this post. I have just felt so overwhelmed thinking about what to say. I am so thankful for this silly blog, that has helped capture so many great memories. Sometimes it feels a little self-indulgent to come here and babble on, but as I look back, I am thrilled that I have it all in writing.

Three is big. Three is no longer a baby.

Drew is an amazing kid. And, yes, this whole post will be bragging about him. If you hate when a mom brags on her kid, you might want to jump ship now.

This year has been all about growing up. There are so many things we had to push forward on-giving up the paci, potty training, getting a big bed, starting play school. Drew became a big brother, having to share the parents whose undivided attention he enjoyed for three years. He went from barely talking to saying hilarious, "grown-uppy" things everyday.

Drew is still the sensitive little boy he's always been, but he is learning so much about courage and knowing that God is there to help him. He is amazingly able to express how he's feeling. Sometimes he will say, "I just need to cry for a little while", or "I'm going to be shy to them." He is kind and polite at school and LOVES to learn. This is so fun for the teacher in me! We have such a fun time doing "projects" and I laugh every time he comes to me and says, "Can we do a project, mommy?" He loves, loves art. He prefers a blank page to a coloring book and he now draws a face with eyes, nose, mouth and usually "cheeks" and hair!! He is learning to cut and sort of just "got" how to use scissors one day.

He is easily frustrated and we say all the time "If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again." No idea where he would get the idea that you have to be awesome at everything the first time out. (Tongue firmly planted in cheek)

Currently, Toy Story is the major craze. His days are spent jumping off various pieces of furniture shouting, "To infinity and beyond!" Any time I come into the room where he is he shouts "Who goes there??" and pushes some button on his pretend arm band.

He is all about a routine. At bedtime he loves laying in bed and talking with Daddy. Recently this time started including playing with the Ipod touch. It is amazing how adept he is at using it and how easily he says things like, "We got a new App"! When I tuck him in, we sing our Noah song. I've been trying to get him to pick a new song, but Noah it is. We also sing "Bushel and a Peck", a song my Mamaw sang to me.

Lately, he asks for me to hold him all the time. No easy feat considering he weighs in at 36+ pounds! But every time I want to say no, I think about how soon it will be that I can't hold him anymore, or that he won't ask. So I'm holding him as much as I can.

Having Drew turn three has been hard for me, I won't lie. And when Katy brought up the fact that Weston will be 4 in mere months I had to reach for the Mylanta.

This boy of mine, who is so much like me. And so much like Big Dan. I love him like none other. What's that quote about your heart walking around outside your body? My sentiments exactly.

Drewism

Tonight Drew and I were sitting at the table having dinner. I said, "Tell me about your day at school." He said, "I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about something 'grown-uppy.'"

Okay then.

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'

Emily rolled over!! Last Thursday she rolled from her tummy to her back. I am way super excited about this. For obvious reasons, yes, but also because it assuages my mother guilt over "tummy time". When I was a brand new mom with Drew, "tummy time" was one of my first experiences with mommy angst and the inner over-achiever inside me. I mean, everything I read said "tummy time" is a MUST. Otherwise, your baby will never have any strong muscles, they'll lay like a limp noodle all the live long day, and on top of that they'll have a flat head.

Here's what you should know. Reflux babies do NOT like "tummy time". In fact, reflux babies despise "tummy time" and if you put them on their tummies, you're guaranteed some puke and some screaming. Screaming like their hair's on fire. Call me crazy, but I'm just not going to subject my baby to something she hates so much. Oh, I know. She'll grow up and hate shots and the dentist and all that, and I'll have to make her do those things. I'm just not going to start right now, ok? Ok.

Back to the rolling. Emily has not had much "tummy time" because 1) I forget about it, 2) She hates it. And apparently, it doesn't matter at all!! My theory is that reflux babies already have strong neck and stomach muscles due to all the arching around they do. Add to that, Emily's "crunches" from her on-going bowel issues, and you have one buff baby.

Her technique needs a little polishing. She will roll half way over, take a break and then finish up. It is so stinkin' cute.

Soon I will be taking a picture of her on her tummy looking up. It is almost scary how much she looks like Drew. I'll post a similar picture of him. Clonish, I tell you.

You Say You Want a Resolution

Today is Show Us Your Life day over at Kelly's Korner. I've never participated before because no one really wants to see my house on a regular basis! Ha! But I'm excited to write down some of my goals for the year, and thought it would be fun to read some other people's, too.

I'll be honest. I'm not great at keeping resolutions. I'm SUPER good at making them. Not so much on the follow through. It's a theme in my life. So, this year, I'm making some "keep-able" resolutions. Ones that are not earth shattering or super life changing, but do-able. I won't be resolving to this or that "everyday" because, you can bet your bottom dollar there is not much about my life that is "routine.' Ok. Here goes.

Physical

*Lose weight. Big shocker that this one is on here. I've been working on this since I was 15. I'm what you would call a classic "yo-yo" dieter. Which, it turns out is not good for a person. Cardiac disease and all that. I'm thinking of asking Dr. Oz which is worse-yo-yoing and sometimes being a healthy weight, or just being consistently overweight. What if he said it would be healthier to just be consistently overweight?? It would be a revelation!! Or, you know I could just lose the weight and keep it off. Whatever.

*Work on my style. Those of you who know me are snickering. I can hear you. I know, I know. Look, I'm fully aware that "style" is not exactly a big gift of mine. I have a picture of my 10 year old self in a sleeveless shirt and jamz to prove it. I wish I could blame my lack of style on being a mom of two littles, but the truth is the root is much deeper than that. So, I'm going to work on it. 1)Wear more dresses-this is a total "gimme" because in 2009 I wore approximately 2 dresses and they were maternity. So. I'm hoping I can do better than two. I'm shopping for dresses that are cute and also comfortable. They have to be versatile. I do a lot of weird things in a day. 2)Wear more lipstick. I think I had this conversation with a friend, about how we always forget to wear lipstick. This is also a "gimme". I never remember to put it on, even when I put on a full face of make-up. Which, you know, is rare. In fact, the other day I came in from some time out by myself and Big Dan said, "What's wrong with your lips?" Yeah. I had on lipstick. This is a true story. He had no idea about my new lip ambition.

Mental

If I put "read more books" here that would just be wrong. I LOVE to read. It's my number one favorite thing to do (besides eating Reese's cups. See above.) So, I'm going to try to expand my reading horizons this year. First, I asked Big Dan about his favorite book. I'll be reading it. I am also going to read a book that was assigned reading in high school that I didn't like. I want to see if it being "required" is why I didn't like it. I haven't decided on which one yet. I also have a whole long list of other books I'd like to read this year. It's long. Not sure how I'm going to get all this reading in...

Spiritual

One of the hardest things for me about becoming a mom is the lack of time to sit and contemplate. See, I'm a contemplative in the "spiritual pathways" line of thinking. I like to have loads of time to sit and ruminate on scripture and ideas. I'll let you guess how much ruminating is going on these days. And, because I'm bratty, I've pretty much done a horrible job in finding new ways to spend time with the Lord. So I haven't been. Well-off and on. I'm trying to get into some sort of consistent routine. Again, consistency is not exactly going around here. I am working on a reading the Bible through in a year with the writer of this blog. It is a reading program that goes through scripture chronologically. I love this. In fact, several years ago I told my friend Greg he should put together a Bible like this. His bad. He could be a kajillionaire by now. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep up with it. I'm enjoying the comments on the blog, reading what others have to say. I'm also looking into a couple of books designed for moms. I hate that I have to look in the "mom genre" of devotional books, but alas, they nail it every time. Maybe one day in the future I can go back to reading something that takes longer than 5 minutes to read!

I also have such a desire to get back to serving in some way. When I mentioned this to Big Dan he just looked at me. Not because he doesn't want me to serve, but he is rather familiar with my tendency to over commit. And then complain. It's endearing, really. I do feel like there's a stirring there, though, so I'm just praying about it. We'll see what God has up his sleeve.

House and Home

Oh law. I forgot to put this in the first time around. Hmmm. Sounds a little Freudian to me. Anyway, I'm never satisfied with the state of my house or the job I'm doing as its' manager. It mocks me on a regular basis. I know Big Dan is reading this, hoping against hope, that "do more ironing" is going to be on my list of resolutions. I just can't set myself up to fail like that.

*Cook one new dish for dinner each week. We are "rut eaters" as I've mentioned before. Big Dan could eat the same thing for 15 days in a row. In fact, we were talking last week and he said, "If I were famous and had a personal chef, I'd be the easiest client ever. Meat. Potatoes. Beer. Done." But, because I love him, I'm trying to increase his non-potato veggie intake. So, I guess inadvertently, one of Big Dan's resolutions is "Try one new meal a week". You're welcome, honey.

*I have a really bad habit of pulling pages out of magazines containing recipes or decorating ideas I'd like to try. Yesterday I threw out about 754 of said pages, and none of the ideas/recipes ever made it to fruition. So, I resolve to post these tear outs on my fridge for one week. If the content does not materialize into my real life, the page goes into the recycling.

So. There it is. Some things I'm going to try to do better at this year. And in case you were worried you might not know how I'm doing with all of this, never fear!! I'll keep you posted.

The Dog

This is my dog, Barney.

And this...


...is his destiny.

Because of the giant hole in the fence, Barney has been spending his days indoors. And before you feel all sad for him, please note that when he doesn't have to be inside, he begs to come in all day. Somehow he knows he's trapped though. Any time I let him out to do his business, he walks down the steps of the deck and then looks back-to see if I'm watching! He walks slowly through the yard, and kind of starts to trot, and takes one last look back. And then I shout at him and he turns around and comes back.

Oh the adventure that awaits outside that fence. Or so I thought. Until he got out this morning and promptly took a poo in the neighbor's yard. "Really?", I thought as I trudged over to the pile in my robe. (Are you concerned about how often I'm out in the yard in my robe? You should be.) All this time, I thought he needed freedom to run and frolick. Turns out he just needed a change of scenery for poo time.

Wa Wa Waaaaaaaa

Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.

That's how much snow fell at my house in the overnight hours. What a letdown. I'm tempted to tell Drew it's because he refused to put the spoon under his pillow.

I kid. I kid.

But don't you worry-school was closed before I even went to bed last night.

This morning I read the best post ever about snow in the south. Go. Read it. It will make you laugh out loud. Suburban Turmoil says it best. Just know my favorite part is the reference to white powdered donuts.

Come on, snow!!

Drew has been dying for it to snow. He was convinced you could not have Christmas without snow. The last time it snowed he was just a little guy (barely 1) and doesn't remember it. He has seen the video of himself face planting in it. He thinks it's hilarious.

So, today, we had a "bring on the snow" play date. Drew and two of his BFFs (Lyla and Etta) made snow crowns, did snow dances (Lyla's was very specifically a "ballerina snow dance"), and made snow flake crafts. And I'm so awesome I forgot to take one picture. Dang it.

Tonight we had Drew wear his pajamas inside out. He posed in his pjs and snow crown.

We also took a spoon up to put under his pillow.

It was fun. It was whimsical. Something a little out of the ordinary. And then my Type A, slightly anal retentive son panicked about the spoon under his pillow. He couldn't handle it and wanted it removed. Immediately. I told him, "No big deal. Just take it out." As I was leaving the room (with the spoon) he said, "Are you going to put that back in the drawer?" Sigh. So much for the whimsy!

You would never believe the frenzy that's been whipped up around here over the forecast for 1.1 inches of snow. People joke about it-even around here. And then they line up 10 deep at the grocery store for the basics. For an inch of snow. The local news has been running ominous ads about their "forecast at 6". Snowbird is on high alert. Northerners and midwesterners scoff at us. As well they should. But, look, we gotta take what we can get. This may be our only chance to rush around in anticipation of the "snow storm".

Of course, I haven't packed Drew's lunch or prepared his backpack for play school, which pretty much guarantees no snow and a regular school day.

Drewism

Late this afternoon we were driving home and Drew said, "Hey mommy, look, the swing set." "The swingset?" I said. And he said, "Yeah, up in the sky."

He totally meant sunset.

Love it.

Three Months Old

Emily Elizabeth is 3 months old!! She seems so much older than she did even a month ago. (Which, I realize I failed to do a two month picture and post. December really ate my lunch. You'll notice there are still no pics from Drew's party or a 3 year post for him. Ah, well.) It seems that we have most of her issues managed well for now. With a couple of near misses, we have been able to keep her on the Alimentum formula and have not had to go to the formula that costs so much we might have had to sell my car. So, that's good news!

Emily, at three months:

*You have the best personality! You have such easy smiles and laughs. You LOVE to talk (uh oh!) and will sit with Daddy or me and babble for long stretches.

*You still can't eat very much at a time, which means you are still getting up to eat in the middle of the night. I've made peace with it. Ha! Other than being awake at all hours, it's not so bad. Usually you eat and go right back to sleep. Unless you're in the mood to talk...

*Sometimes in the morning you have a hard time resettling, so I snuggle you in bed with me to squeeze in an extra hour or so. You are a super snuggle bug! You always fall right to sleep.

*You still LOVE your taggie blanket and have added a baby doll to your list of favorites. Grammy got it for you for Christmas and you love to chew on it. Santa got you a baby, too, but you prefer this one. I think it's the ponytails.

*Drew is your favorite person. You will watch him all around the room and smile and laugh at him more than anyone else.

*My first funny story about you concerns your gift of gab! A few nights ago, we were all sitting at the dinner table and you were in your bouncy seat on the floor next to Daddy. Any time Daddy would turn away to eat his dinner you would make a really loud sound. When he would turn back to you, you would smile and start talking again!! You wanted his undivided attention. I told him to look out!

Things are getting back to normal! Well, you know, as normal as they ever are around here!! Momma's feeling like a human again and is excited to watch you grow! We love you!

Not Me! Monday

It's that time again!! Time to admit to the world (or the 8 of you) the shameful mom things I have done. For more moms airing their dirty laundry head over to MckMama's blog.

This Monday's Not Me! Monday is the special "We finally went back to church addition!" We finally went back to church yesterday. The first time since Ms. Emily came on the scene. I was nervous, I'm not going to lie.

But, at least I did not spend the whole morning praying, asking God to help us get out the door without a fight. Not me! My family would never argue on the Lord's Day or ever spend the ride to church in relative silence. I also did not forget to mention to Big Dan that I wasn't quite ready to leave baby sis in the nursery and therefore, she'd be coming with us to the service. He did not almost turn the car around.

Once we got Drew dropped off (with almost NO drama!) we headed into the sanctuary. Emily was awesome. She feel asleep during the loudest worship set ever. We also had two very long "periods of quiet" in which we were supposed to be reflecting on our hearts and other very serious things. I was definitely not saying whisper prayers for the "period of quiet" to hurry up and be over in case Emily needs to scream. That would be SUPER unspiritual of me. I would never hope for a time of reflection to end.

I also did not spend the majority of the service hoping against hope that Emily would not pass gas during the service. Ya'll her gas is so wrong! I don't know if it's from the formula or what, but it's awful. I was definitely not afraid that if she did, no one would ever believe it was her, and would instead think it was me. Lighting it up during worship. Not me! I spent my worship time focused on the Lord. I would never spend an entire worship service thinking about bodily functions.

Maybe I need to look into that whole nursery thing after all...

Drewism

Drew needed help opening some Pez and asked Big Dan to help him. Big Dan was busy and said, "In just a minute." Drew got tired of waiting and said, "Hey, are you going to help me with this, big guy?"

Happy New Year!

It's freaking 2010! I'm in shock. I have no idea how an entire 10 years has passed in the blink of an eye.

It has been a year, that's for sure. It's weird, because as I browse around cyberspace-mom blogs and facebook-it seems like 2009 has been pretty rough for most people. We have definitely had a challenging year, with many life changes coming that we could not have predicted. If you look back at our year only on the surface, it would appear to be a horrible one. But, it really wasn't. We went through a lot of things that I did not share on the blog. Since there are 8 of you reading, you already knew it all! It was hard, but there was something amazing about it, too.

Yesterday I read this post from Beth Moore. I gasped when I read it because it so perfectly described our season of hardness over the summer. This quote sums it up for me:

"Maybe you didn't see His face. Maybe you weren't even positive at times He was there. But now, as you look over your shoulder at the months behind you, the fog clears and you get a glimpse of His back, leading the way to your exodus."

Shew. I get chills just reading that again.

But 2009 was more than just a year of trials. It was a year of amazing blessing in our family. All three of these precious creatures came to us this year:

Wade Patrick

Sullivan James

Emily Elizabeth

Big Dan and I had a fabulous vacation (and came back with more than just a tan!! 10 months later Emily arrived!) Drew and I had the summer of fun. I grew vegetables. So many amazing things about our year.

When I look back at the pictures of Drew from this time last year, it's astounding how much he has changed. Two years old to three years old is a lot of growing up. No more paci, big boy bed, started school. It makes my heart ache just a little.

A year is nothing to sniff at. I know that I am not prepared for all that 2010 will bring. I'm excited and scared and hopeful. There are many things I want to accomplish in my own life in 2010. A post about my "resolutions" is coming soon. This morning Drew and I were talking about resolutions. I asked him if there was anything he definitely wanted to do this year. His answer? "Play and go to Katy's." Lofty goals if I do say so myself.

Happy New Year! And a virtual toast, hoping your year brings blessings and joy-in whatever form the Lord chooses to give them in.