And they grow

My oldest son, T, is showing so much growth. He will be 3 in June. Wow, it flies and can go by so slow. He is starting to do what we ask for the most part without a melt down. (Partly due to age and the new parenting classes we just finished.) He says stuff like, "ok, I will do it." Or, "Ok, I am coming." (in a really cute voice.)
Oh, and subtle manipulation is a new one. Our conversation goes something like this.
Me: No T, you cant have that cracker, you are all done.
T: Ok, I will eat that cracker. (In a voice that is defeated and compliant.)

I cant believe they start so early. The potty training is seeming to drag on and on. It will be almost 6 months now since we started. UUUGGGG. I think we are going to up him in the underwear soon and let him get all wet. I think I'm waiting for that magical day when Thomas and I will have nothing to do but help T all day with potty training. It's not coming...

My youngest, B, has till recently been all about mommy. However, daddy is becoming someone of interest over mommy sometimes. T did the same thing and never came back. Daddy is his fav. Of course I do stay home all day with the boys... I do know that it is good for them to bond with daddy, but it would be nice for T to want me over daddy every once in a while.

B is now walking, 3 weeks strong. And eating table food better. (Whatever we are having between 2 pieces of buttered bread.)

Well, off to the races as we close another year for our oldest!

Hi

It's just me...melisa. I am many things but most of all I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I cant believe that he allows me to call myself a christian. Sometimes I find myself moving no more than a few inches in a year on the straight and narrow path that God calls us all too. I keep getting caught among the lemonade stands, pretty flowers, and old couches of life-the path that is very wide and just over the hill from God's path.
Before this year I would have wallowed in my own choices and pretend that I was getting Jesus' help to get up once I have fallen, but I know the truth now. I just sat there, trying to find a way to pay for my own sins, denying that I wanted things my own way, and would play my card of, life is not fair. However, today God brought me to the place where I could no longer deny who I was, where I was, what bags I had been carrying and the ugly truth of it all.
I had a choice to make. Sit and never move past the mountain or start climbing. In August of 2008, I chose to climb. I started working a program called Celebrate Recovery. God used it to change my life.
Last Thursday was my last step study meeting. It is amazing how much our past effects who we are now, what glasses we see the world through and how sick our minds and bodies get from holding old moldy baggage.
Did I have an abusive childhood? Was I taken advantage of physically, or grow up across the railroad tracks? No. I grew up in the average little town, moved around, had parents who loved me the best they knew, and really am innocent when it comes to the bad things of this world. This did not exempt me from having baggage too.
Don't get me wrong. My life is not perfect AT ALL, still very far from it. (As of right now my husband and I are having words...) It just means that I dumped a load of baggage off with Jesus, picked up a few new tools, and a new understanding of what it means to NOT be perfect.