Halls of Insanity

One Thing at a Time

2010-04-06T07:47:00.002-04:00

I clearly remember the first time I felt overwhelmed by my to-do list. I was in fifth grade and the workload had gone up. Suddenly I was being assigned homework. I couldn't figure out how to remember everything I needed to remember. We had a school assembly one day, where we were introduced to the school counselor and were told that we could go to her about any problem we had--so I took my problem to her. The advice she gave me helped me then, and God has been gently reminding me of it in recent weeks: "Don't look at the whole to-do list, take one thing at a time, do it, and move on to the next."

After being down and out with my knee surgery--and really, having been out of comission for a few years with my high-risk pregnancies and migraines (which I recently discovered were caused by milk--avoiding milk has freed me from the pain I was dealing with every other day), I can look at all that needs to be done and feel overwhelmed. In fact, I had been feeling so overwhelmed, burdened, and frustrated with caring for my home and children that I had become frazzled and depressed. My attitude was to look at everything that needed to be done and to feel my fatigue and sit down because I just couldn't deal with it.

Finally, I reached a point where I couldn't take my frustration anymore and I prayed. I began to get up a little earlier than the kids. Aiden has an alarm clock that goes off in the morning, signaling that he may come out of his room for the day (otherwise he'd be up around 5:30/6am every day). Jocelyn usually wakes up between 5:30 and 6:30 for a bottle and is content to stay in her crib--sometimes she goes back to sleep, and sometimes she plays on her own. That is the time I've carved out to read my devotional, Bible, and pray. It may not be much some days, but I am finding that when I start my day doing that, everything else falls into place.

When I start the day, the kitchen may be a wreck, laundry piled to the ceiling, and Nappy hair is often tumble-weeding across the floor. Before, I would think of all of that, plus every little project that I haven't tackled (such as the stenciled monogram that my mom made for Jocelyn's room that is still not displayed on the wall), and I would get discouraged. Now I feel the reminder "one thing at a time," so I block everything out of my mind and tackle the kitchen, then I move on and tackle something else. All day long I move, doing one thing after another. Slowly, methodically, I move. Stopping to feed the baby when it's time to eat, or to tie Aiden's shoes. These interruptions don't bother me as much as they used to because I realize that I'm doing the best I can do--to God's glory, not mine. And somehow, it all works out just right. Dinner is served and my house is more picked up than it has ever been, even with the many interruptions in my day.

Even if my house is a wreck at the end of the day, I find that if I've had the right heart attitude all day long--I don't care. I can feel proud of the work I've accomplished because I know that God was pleased with how I lived my day. You see, God doesn't look at the outward appearance of things--He looks at the heart. If my heart was in the right place, everything else in my home is placed just right as well--even if I didn't find the time to get to it because I was loving a teething baby, or taking a preschooler to the zoo. As my husband keeps reminding me...who's list do I want to be on? God's or man's? When my answer is God's, somehow it all falls into place and I go to bed with a peaceful heart.

School

2010-01-12T10:38:00.005-05:00

Time has flown since Jocelyn was born. What a delight this baby is! The whole family is in love with her. In the morning when I hear her screeches of delight Aiden and I dash in to greet her. She waves her arms and kicks her legs grinning from ear to ear. We cherish her.

Now that I am past my knee surgery--some of you may not have heard, I wasn't very communicative about it, but on October 6 my knee, which had been injured 10 years ago while playing soccer, bit the dust. I was sitting on the floor playing with Jocelyn and as I switched position I felt it go out (which happened quite often). Immediately I tried to straighten it to get it back in, but it wouldn't straighten. It turned out to be a bucket handle tear of the meniscus (fun, fun) and required reparative surgery. The surgery turned out to be a longer ordeal than we anticipated because it was a repair--usually they just snip out cartilage and let life go on, but in my case, since I'm still pretty young, the doctor decided to repair it. Needless to say, it was impossible for me to care for Jocelyn on my own for quite some time and all of my energy went into recovering from that. Then Christmas came and suddenly I find our family halfway through January--and it's time for me to buckle down and consider what needs to be done to gear up for Aiden's first year of homeschool.

Yes, we have decided to homeschool him. We feel that the public school education does not offer the same worldview that we hold and we want to be sure that this precious child, who was entrusted to us, is educated fully and completely. We don't believe that can be done unless the Creator is included in the lesson plan. After all, it baffles me how one fully explains the creation without the Creator.

We also believe that much of what composes a successful education has been cut out of the public school curriculum in favor of politically correct social messages. What is so silly is that if the messages of Jesus were taught in public school, we wouldn't have to worry about having a politically correct agenda--Jesus taught us to love one another (Matthew 22:37-40) 'Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. ³⁸This is the first and greatest commandment. ³⁹And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself. The Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.' (NIV).

Also, God commanded us to care for the earth (Genesis 2:15) 'The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.' (NIV). It seems to me that if we didn't cut the Bible out of the curriculum in a misrepresentation of what the "separation of church and state" really meant we wouldn't have to spend so much of our time teaching basic morals in secular ways.

My mom gave me a 2nd grade reader from the 1940's as a Christmas gift...Do you know what they used to teach reading back then? Aesop's Fables! Today the literature is chosen carefully to reflect current political views--I know because I was an English teacher. What wonderful lessons on wisdom and morality have been lost to a generation of children because top educators decided to neglect the classics in favor of a social agenda!

And so, we are going back to the basics with Aiden's education and pursuing a Christian-based classical education.

Don't get me wrong. I'm choosing the form of education that I like best and I believe God has put the burden on my heart to educate my son following the classical method, but I also understand that I am not perfect and I know there are going to be struggles--I'm sure that you'll read about them here in the years to come! No one form of education will turn out the perfect child. I will do what I can, but ultimately it is God's work that is going to be done, not mine. The prayer of this mother's heart is that her children will ultimately become children of God's kingdom. Nothing else matters in light of eternity.

Fire Trucks!

2009-10-14T15:31:00.007-04:00

In an attempt to wear Aiden out in an educational, family-oriented way, we've tried to find ourselves some interesting things to do around town. Most recently we were told of a fireman's parade that was being held--so we went. It was cool except for the fact that the parade consisted of fire trucks driving by slowly with sirens blaring--all of them. Jocelyn cried despite my attempts to keep her ears plugged and I'm half-deaf these days after that.

That's what happens when men plan things. I'm sure some guy thought it'd be so cool to have every firetruck drive by with the siren on, but there were no moms around to point out the danger of having such high-decibel noise around young children's ears. Ha ha ha--boys never grow up do they? It was fun though once the sirens went off.

They gave the kids a chance to climb on the trucks and learn about how fires are fought. Aiden loved sitting in the driver's seat, but he was all business once he was up there--he was so nervous.

Note that the balloon accompanied him into the truck. He loves balloons. Unfortunately he lost this one because he couldn't control the balloon in the car and kept bopping the driver (aka Daddy) in the head with it. So this balloon saw a quick demise.

It was a lot of fun seeing the trucks up close. I'm so thankful for the men and women who selflessly serve our community. And of course it's fun being able to take Aiden to small events like this and see his eyes light up with excitement. The joys of parenthood!

Getting the Energy out.

2009-10-01T15:49:00.005-04:00

Aiden has energy...only in our house it is known as Energy. We even have a chant that we say: "Energy, energy, Aiden has energy!" This is because Aiden's Energy is like an entity of its own. He is up at the crack of dawn and spends his naps bouncing around his room playing--despite the fact that I've removed every toy from the room. Although the removal of toys has coincided with a burst in imaginary play. So the Energy is a constant topic of conversation in our house.

Aiden: My energy told me to wake up.

Aiden: My energy is hungry. He wants food because it's all the way empty to there (pointing at his toes).

So I try to use his energy in constructive ways by encouraging him to play in the yard and taking him on walks. Unfortunately, with a baby up in the middle of the night, mommy's energy isn't quite as abundant as Aiden's. One day I hope to keep up with him, but for now I trudge behind his Energy trying to make sure it doesn't get into too much trouble.

Thankfully one of my children is still immobile:

The Buckeyes are out

2009-09-29T15:49:00.003-04:00

Fall in our house means football season. We're slowly indoctrinating our kids. At this point Aiden refers to our team (either the Ohio State Buckeyes or the Washington Redskins) as the good guys and the other team as the bad guys (and Michigan is a bad word).

In fact, since we've been watching football I noticed that he was pushing kids on the soccer field from behind if they had the ball. I wasn't sure where he got it from until we were watching football this weekend and he said he's not allowed to tackle people. Suddenly I put two and two together. He's been watching football and thinks that's how he's supposed to play soccer. Oops. We quickly explained that in the sport of football there is tackling, while in soccer you're not allowed to tackle.

Mike also took the opportunity to ask Aiden if he wants to play football. He said yes--making Daddy proud...but my guess is that once he's on the receiving end of a tackle he'll have a different opinion. But I've been wrong before. We'll see.

Pictures from Aiden's First Game

2009-09-29T15:34:00.005-04:00

Here is the sequence of Aiden's first goal--we actually caught it on camera!

He was one excited little boy! He kept yelling "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the whole way back. After his second goal (not the one you see above) he told a little girl on the other team, "that's two!" She indignantly replied, "no, it's one!"

He had fun--and that's the most important thing at this age.

Soccer Daze

2009-09-19T19:36:00.003-04:00

Reading the comments from my last post brought a smile to my face. Thank you so much for your encouraging words about pumping! I am so glad that we've made it this far, and to be honest, I'd love it if she would just start nursing one day, but unfortunately she just has a very poor sucking ability and no latching ability anymore. So it'll be bottle feeding for us :-) It's not very convenient, but it's not as difficult as it was during the early weeks.

On to another first for Aiden:

From the time I first saw the pink line on the pregnancy test, I've been looking forward to going to sporting events and cheering for my kids. To me, that's what motherhood is about--being my kids' biggest cheerleader, no matter what they want to do. I love just standing back and marveling at the people that God is growing them into. Today was Aiden's first soccer game and it was an absolute blast!

I anticipated being the mom of the kid who was doing cartwheels at one end of the field while everyone else played soccer at the other end. Instead Aiden took to the game like a fish in water--although there was one child on the team who was spinning around in the backfield totally oblivious to the ball--and his mom's desperate attempts to get him to join the game. He scored three goals today. Two for his team and one for the other team--he wasn't the only child to score on the wrong goal--which is what makes it so fun to watch. It's like one great comedy routine. I love this age! I keep telling him I'm going to put bricks on his head so he stops growing, but he doesn't like that idea. In fact, the other day he started crying and saying that he didn't want bricks on his head, so I think I need to stop joking with him about that :-) Poor kid!

As for Jocelyn's first sporting event, she chowed down on a bottle and napped in the Baby Bjorn carrier. What a trooper!

I'll try to get some pictures up later--I don't know how to get them off of Mike's camera...

Back to School

2009-09-15T19:12:00.005-04:00

The summer is over. Usually this makes me sad, but this year it was a lot to handle with Jocelyn's arrival on June 19--3 weeks early and Aiden's subsequent cabin fever which lasted the whole summer.

Now that school is back in session (he goes 2 days a week) and Bible study has resumed (which also has a children's program for Aiden), he is a happier camper and so is mommy. It doesn't hurt that Jocelyn's feeding issues are getting figured out.

We had trouble with nursing, so after many emotional days, two visits to the best lactation consultant in the area, and the discovery that formula (even the hypoallergenic kind) made her very fussy, we decided to pump and bottlefeed exclusively. Not an easy task with a 4 year-old wondering out of the house, torturing the dog, and getting into every kind of trouble that he can think of just to get some attention from a very busy mommy. And we won't even mention the baby that would scream in the bouncy seat as I was stuck on the pumps for 15-20 minutes every 2-3 hours. But she is worth it.

I couldn't have done it without Mike's help. He gets up with me at night to feed Jocelyn bottles while I spend my 20 minutes (and sometimes more) pumping. Many times I wanted to give up. Many times I decided to give up. Each time I just didn't feel like it was the right decision--especially with Jocelyn's reaction to the formula bottles that she had. So we stuck with it. I'm going on 5 weeks of straight breastmilk. I'm very proud of that. It has been a long, long road.

So fall is in the air and I couldn't be happier. Life is easing into a comfortable routine. Feed Jocelyn, pump, put Jocelyn back to bed for her morning nap, get Aiden's breakfast ready before his alarm goes off.

No, he isn't asleep until the alarm goes off at 7:30, but he does have to stay in his room until it goes off (his "energy" tells him to wake up well before 7 each morning). Aiden's interpretation of this rule is that he scrambles back to his room when he sees me come down the hall--or, more recently, tries to creep quietly up the stairs after he realizes that mommy is now downstairs and he isn't supposed to be in the playroom yet. In fact, this latest incident is what made me realize that he truly doesn't know how to tip toe. I wondered prior to this if he stomped around the house on his tip toes because he was TRYING to wake the baby, or if it was truly that he was incapable of being quiet. So I guess he's actually incapable because if he could've avoided my wrath the other morning, he would've.

More to come...

Aiden's Adjustment

2009-07-17T10:01:00.003-04:00

I've had lots of questions about how Aiden is adjusting to his new sister so I thought I'd answer that here. Aiden has adjusted rather well considering that he has been an only child for 4 years now. He has always been the type of kid who loves playing with other children. This quality is evident in the way he adores Jocelyn. He loves to pet her head, hold her, and bring her his stuffed animals to "play" with. It's adorable.

The difficulty for him is that Mom and Dad aren't readily available to meet every need. Breakfast happens later in the day, help with difficulties doesn't happen the moment he needs it, and Mom and Dad think it's funny when Jocelyn snorts, but not so funny when Aiden clears his throat 100 times in a minute to mimic Jocelyn's sound.

He also loves taking baths with his new sister despite the fact that the second time I bathed her with him she projectile pooped all over the outside of the tub (and me). For a minute he panicked that there was poop in the tub, but when I started laughing I think he was more concerned about why mommy found it so funny. Of course my darling husband thought that projectile poop on mommy's pants and the tub were cause for a photo opp (no, I won't post those pictures) and he made me stand there holding a screaming baby over the toilet while I was covered in poo so that he could run and find his brand new camera...Classic.

We've also seen some acting up. You know how it is, negative attention is better than no attention. We've implemented a chore chart and he gets paid and praised for doing a few extra jobs around the house with a good attitude. That has helped curb some of the negative attention-getting behavior. My mom assures me that he is doing extremely well with the change and the acting up he has done is to be expected.

So overall he's doing very well coping with two overtired parents, being stuck in the house all summer (instead of at the pool), and not being the center of attention anymore. We're so proud of him.

Some pics from the last week

2009-07-14T17:04:00.005-04:00

Jocelyn Myra

2009-06-26T08:35:00.005-04:00

In every ultrasound we saw, we couldn't get a clear view of her face because her hands were up by her chin...True to form, she keeps those hands right there--but it is dimpled like Daddy's :-)

On His Way to the Big 0-4: The Fourth Year

2009-06-10T15:38:00.017-04:00

A year in review. Aiden didn't have a 3rd birthday party. We did a small celebration here at home, but after the loss of Chase in late March we just weren't up for a big party. Thankfully, he was too young to notice that he didn't get one. This year would have been different. He started planning his birthday party in February!

We got him a bike for his 3rd birthday...and it took him a few weeks to get the hang of it:

I think this was the year that I really started to see the Daddy's boy come out in him. He LOVES daddy :-)

We spent most of last summer at a local pool, dubbed by Aiden as "blue slide pool" because of the massive play area (and yes, there is a blue slide involved) at the children's pool. We bought season passes and enjoyed actually sitting down and talking while we kept two sets of eyes on Aiden playing blissfully by himself or with any "friend" he could find in the pool. We didn't have a summer vacation because we had planned on having a baby that summer, so instead we quietly healed from our loss.

On the 4th of July, Mike was introduced to the game cornhole...Our life will never be the same.

Mike made his own set of boards and I became a cornhole widow when I got too pregnant to join the fun. Aiden was utilized to pick up bean bags after each throw--but he soon caught on that picking up the bean bags wasn't as fun as riding his bike--so Mike lost his little lackey after a few weeks.

In September, we joined my side of the family for the annual beach trip. That was a lot of fun. Aiden adores his older cousin, Meghan and she kept him entertained. It was the first year that Mike and I had a pretty restful vacation...until I got violently ill...thanks for sharing Uncle Joel! ;-) And Aiden had his first throw-up experience on the way home from the beach...Yes, I made it 3 years without having a vomitting child, but when it did happen, it was a doozy--and he did it in the car on the way home from the beach when we were still about 2 hours from home. So I guess you could say that fate caught up with us finally.

We bought a tractor (finally--we have a LOT of yard to mow and Mike was using a little push mower to do it until late last year)...and Aiden discovered the joy of riding with daddy (note, his ear is sticking out thanks to a mosquito bite.

Aiden started preschool in the fall:

And in late October we found out that Little Sister was on the way:

We went apple picking--momma was feeling nice and ill by that time, but Aiden enjoyed learning that apples grow on trees BEFORE they come to the grocery store:

The holidays came and went in a blur for me--probably because of the morning sickness and preoccupation with our new pregnancy. We began decorating both kids' rooms. Aiden tried out the new crib to make sure it would be comfy for his little sister:

Preschool was a great thing for Aiden. His classmates were so sweet and he was always so excited to go to "school"...not so excited to come home and take naps. What a mean mommy! They had a Valentine's Day party and Aiden was very excited about the candy. Mommy...Not so much!

We've figured out how to brush our teeth on our own:

And finally had a REAL birthday party!!

Happy Birthday Little Man!!! What a blessed 4 years it has been!

4 years with Aiden: The third year

2009-06-10T12:11:00.005-04:00

After two years of colic, the terrible two's weren't terrible at all. Oh, we had our moments, but it was nice to finally know why he was screaming :-)

We had a busy year! We kicked off our summer with Aiden's birthday:

Then we took off for the beach:

And as if that wasn't enough excitement for one summer, we moved to our current home that year just weeks after returning from vacation! Aiden spent the rest of the summer helping us nest in our new home:

We also added in a trip to Ohio that summer. We were all very busy. Maybe that's why the two's weren't so terrible--there was no time for that! I think all in all, once my busy little guy had hit his big milestones the crying diminished. Today we have a helpful, cheerful, silly boy who loves life...But then, that's all part of the fourth year.

4 years with Aiden: The second year

2009-06-04T10:25:00.011-04:00

With Aiden, the colic defined our life. I learned what caused his massive bouts of crying:

1. over-stimulation-Stores, radio, television, just about any type of loud, colorful environment set off hours of screaming...

2. over-tired-We kept a strict bedtime routine. If we didn't, we paid for it later with hours and hours of screaming. Even a motorcycle going by outside and waking him up too early was enough to ruin a whole day for us. He always woke up crying--rarely woke up happy and ready to go.

Life was a balancing act and instead of the baby conforming to us, we learned to conform to the baby's needs...After all, we are the adults :-)

On the good days we had a happy little guy:

We were so excited the day we took this picture! It was the first time we'd been able to be away from his crib and have him take his nap. It didn't hurt that we were at the beach and we always had ocean waves playing in his room continuously while he slept as a white noise...

Each milestone made him a little less colicky. Sitting, crawling, standing, walking, and finally talking. The colic lasted until he was 18 months old! It wasn't as bad as it was initially, but we endured a lot of crying that first year and a half...Today he can run and run--he has great lung endurance...I blame that on the first 2 years of crying.

We had fun discovering new foods...He has never been a picky eater!

And he started making himself useful around the house :-)

We moved quickly from walking to running:

To accessorizing all by ourselves!

And after the first two years, the "terrible twos" were not so terrible after all...In fact, every year has been better than the year before...

4 years with Aiden: The first year

2009-05-28T14:07:00.008-04:00

I could make this a sappy post and tell how blessed we are to have had Aiden--and we are...but I don't think that would quite encompass what the past 4 years have been like, or who our child is for that matter. You see, God blessed us with what some would have called colicky in the "old" days...today we call them "high needs" babies. In order to really write about the past four years I have to take the bad with the good...because the bad has really shaped me more than the good, I think God just seasoned a bit of our time with sweet smiles and soft coos because I needed some positive feedback in order to make it to year 4. Most days looked like this:

To prep for Aiden's birth I read all kinds of books. I started with Babywise. The flaw with this theory is it doesn't tell you how long a baby should cry-it-out. Aiden has inherited stubborness from someone--I like to claim it's his father's fault, but anyone who knows me would scream liar right about here. And it would be a valid accusation. So then I went for the gentler approach and had a lot of success with swaddling, swings, and slings...but still, I couldn't seem to find one book that had all of the answers for me. I finally stopped reading the books and started observing my son.

0-1 year: I spent my time alternating between threatening to sell our colicky baby on e-bay and knowing in my heart that even on our roughest days I couldn't live without him. Then I'd move on to self-loathing because I couldn't possibly be a good mother if I had thoughts about selling our screamer on e-bay, or just tossing him out of the window. I knew I could never ever hurt my baby, but I could see how shaken baby syndrome could happen. For example, most babies sleep in the car, right? Not mine...I asked our pediatrician at the time if we could take a 10 hour car trip with a newborn, his response was that this was the best time to take such a long trip because he'd sleep the whole way...One hour into the 10 hour trip I was ready to call the pediatrician and let him listen to the heartrending screams I had been listening to for the past hour. By hour 5 I was weeping with him and swearing to my husband that we were never doing this again. The only times he didn't scream were when we stopped to feed him and the last hour of the ride where he finally fell asleep...The ride home was a lot of the same. It has slowly gotten better over the years, but he does not fall asleep in the car very easily--and if I have to stop for a bathroom break those eyes pop right open...so even today I don't have the blissful child passed out in the back seat for long trips--but at least he's learning to entertain himself by waving to cars we pass (it took me awhile to figure out that the truckers weren't honking at me anymore--now they're just honking for my son...ahhh, how times change!)

We were occasionally rewarded with smiles--this is the first one we caught on camera, and these smiles kept us hoping that maybe, just maybe we were doing something right.

Glimpses of May....

2009-05-21T10:50:00.014-04:00

The conversation started simply enough. I was in the bathroom when I heard Aiden say: "I'm going to color my knee!" to which I replied "No! Don't color your knee!" Aiden replied "I didn't!" so emphatically that I believed him. I suppose the shin has more coloring than the knee--but yes, I went ahead and sent him off to school looking like this. Why not?

Aiden's birthday presents from Grammy and Grandpa were a hit! (ball, bat, and glove)

Aiden attempted swinging on his own...we'll have to work on that :-)

With a little help from Daddy, Aiden was able to hit the ball. He cracked up every time the ball and bat connected...I guess we're going to have to work on the "running the bases" concept. Otherwise he'll be standing there laughing like a banshee over his success while the first baseman tags him out.

We went to a local farm to pick strawberries and had the priviledge of seeing brand new (only hours old) baby sheep--how do we know this? Momma's afterbirth was still hanging out. Ahhh...life on the farm. It was really symbolic since this was Mother's Day weekend. I think momma sheep and her babies were the highlight of my trip!

Aiden's favorite part was the tractor train. This is the only time we could really get him to look at us, the rest of the time he was intent on steering--and I was surprised to see that he was actually steering the right way and not just willy-nilly. I guess the tractor rides on daddy's lap have really paid off. He'll be driving before I know it...but I mean that hypothetically...hopefully he won't really be driving without me knowing. Yikes!

And of course there was the strawberry picking! Yum!

Aiden and Grammy riding in another tractor. Momma decided to skip this ride so that Aiden's sister wouldn't get shaken baby syndrome in-utero! Notice that he has perfected the Cinderella wave...

And this picture just cracks me up!

Aiden and Daddy's nightly ritual:

And I had to include a picture of him being the ham that he is:

Hope you enjoyed...His 4th birthday is coming this weekend so there should be more pictures coming soon...(unless momma goes into labor early)...

The Bible Junkie

2009-05-18T14:21:00.003-04:00

Aiden has many different children's Bibles. I keep searching for just the right one to really explain the faith that we have. I may have finally found what I've been looking for, and I wanted to share it in case anyone else is searching.

It all started a few weeks ago when I contacted someone else in my church who does Classical Christian homeschool. We are beginning to explore our options as we consider what type of schooling God is leading us to for Aiden. We do feel strongly that Classical Education is for us, but we're not sure whether we're being led to a private school or homeschool.

In my search for schooling information, I stumbled across a blog that intrigued me. At first I knew nothing about the writer or the reason for the blog, but as I read more and more I found out that the writer is the wife of one of the singers in Selah and not only that, but she also lost a baby last year--only a few weeks after we lost Chase. Her words resonated with me, and I was hooked.

I've slowly been meandering through her blog in my quiet moments (not that there are many of those these days). But this is how I discovered the Jesus Storybook Bible. Here's an excerpt from the beginning that shows the beauty of this children's Bible:

"Now, some people think the Bible is a book of rules, telling you what you should and shouldn't do. The Bible certainly does have some rules in it. They show you how life works best. But the Bible isn't mainly about you and what you should be doing. It's about God and what he has done. Other people think the Bible is a book of heroes, showing you people you should copy. The Bible does have some heroes in it, but (as you'll soon find out) most of the people in the Bible aren't heroes at all. They make some big mistakes (sometimes on purpose). They get afraid and run away. At times they are downright mean.

No, the Bible isn't a book of rules, or a book of heroes. The Bible is most of all a Story. It's an adventure story about a young Hero who comes from a far country to win back his lost treasure. It's a love story about a brave Prince who leaves his palace, his throne--everything--to rescue the one he loves. It's like the most wonderful of fairy tales that has come true in real life!"

This is from the introduction to the Storybook Bible. The rest of it is full of beautiful stories straight from the Bible, but seasoned with explanations that dive into the theology behind the story in a way that a young child can grasp. I'm a bit jealous of the author's writing ability!

I promise I'm not going commercial with Aiden's blog--I get paid nothing to endorse this book, but I wanted to share--especially since it was 50% off at our Family Christian Store, and I've been searching high and low for a book like this to help me share the Bible with Aiden.

That said, today during our reading time we spent more time talking about what a "bud" is (is it like a bug, mommy?) than about the mysteries of God...But I think over time, these stories will become precious memories engrained on his heart--at least that's my prayer for my son and the daughter to come. After all, God is perfectly capable of speaking truth to my son through a discussion of buds and plants--even if I'm a little baffled by it.

So much for April Showers...Someone needs to let the weatherman know that it's May!

2009-05-07T18:06:00.009-04:00

Rainy days with a 4 year-old boy are no fun! A rainy series of days is even less fun! This is how Aiden entertained himself the past few days...

Ahh...the little imp!
Needless to say, we were thankful to see the sun today--but also thankful that we have a long, wide hall to sprint down. He literally did this a few dozen times--it was a regular track workout!

Easter festivities

2009-04-13T13:08:00.006-04:00

Easter weekend started for Aiden with a church egghunt. He got to go in the 0-3 year old group, even though he'll be 4 next month. There was a 15 egg limit, but by the time I caught up with him he had a good 20+ eggs horded in his basket--we had to put some back.

Easter morning began with a search for his Easter basket...Nope. Not under the table.

There it is! And no, mommy and daddy didn't empty his toybox to hide it. Aiden had dumped all of his toys out of it, so we thought it'd be a convenient hiding place...He figured that one out pretty quickly.
After a candy re-charge...
He got to open his Easter basket from the Ohio grandparents...We're saving those Peeps specifically for their visit in May. Wouldn't want them to miss out on the Aiden on Sugar experience!

Prepping for a new sister

2009-04-08T11:36:00.004-04:00

I've finally used my sewing machine! Thanks for the help mom! This was only my 2nd sewing project that I've attempted on my own--turned out pretty well considering, although I did have help from my mom who used to sew her own clothes in high school and made me many an outfit/doll over the years!

Aiden has informed the entire class that the new baby's name is Emily. LOL...we aren't releasing her name to the general public, so we haven't told Aiden--but it is funny to see what he comes up with. I still don't think he really grasps what is coming, and I know there'll be a big adjustment period, but it'll all work out. Siblings do eventually get used to each other--or so I'm told.

Winter or Spring?

2009-03-15T17:30:00.008-04:00

We've had a rash of weather extremes lately...One weekend we had a snowstorm with about 8 inches of snow and the following weekend it reached 80 degrees...So here are the recent Aiden pictures:

Daddy teaching him how to make and throw snowballs...Grrreattt....

And what do we do when we have snow to play in? We ride our bike...

Those yellow boots are not snow boots...they're galoshes...Who thought we'd get snow this year in March?

It's cold, mom!

Too cold to play...

6 days later, Aiden found the weather more to his liking...

Today it's 45 degrees and rainy...I miss last weekend! We are looking forward to spring in this household, that's for sure!

The Little Sib...

2009-01-26T16:51:00.006-05:00

Is a sister!!!

Introducing: The little sib

2008-12-30T16:58:00.001-05:00

The Gingerbread Train

2008-12-30T10:33:00.005-05:00

Little Stinker! So the question is always "can I have one gumdrop?" Today I said yes. This is a rare occurrence for me as daddy is much more lenient when it comes to candy. I let him say yes and I say no. It works. Today I said yes. So Aiden heads gleefully to the gingerbread train and chooses a blue candy. He said, "I like blue one" and continued to suck on it making happy grunting noises for the next 10 minutes. Then he tries a new angle "I didn't like that one. I need to pick new one." Huh? Sorry bud...you picked blue and you ate it with relish. Somehow I don't believe you. It scares me to see how quickly he is finding little ways around this. And as I was typing he wanted some Christmas cookies (which are now 3 weeks old and need to be tossed!). I told him no, of course, and he stalks off to his playroom carrying the bag...Ummm...I don't think so. I'm not that dumb yet, son!

Anyway, here are some pictures from our gingerbread decorating fun...

Really, really sick

2008-12-18T10:16:00.004-05:00

Aiden has a cough that is interrupting his sleep. Pregnant mommy needs her sleep...as you can see, we have diverging interests in our house.

Two nights ago Aiden's cough was hurting him. He would be fine while I was in the room with him rubbing his back, but not so fine if I tried to leave to go to my own bed. Since he's in a toddler bed, crawling in with him was not an option. So I came up with the bright idea of taking him down with me to the guest room (didn't want to wake up daddy). At first it worked well. The crying stopped and he seemed like he was drifting off. But then pregnant mommy had to pee, which meant disturbing sleeping Aiden. That was the end of the sleep. Next it was "What that noise?" (it was the vents in the room, which are closed and whistle with the heat), then it was "I hear Casey!" (our large cat who has a growth over his nose and breathes like Darth Vader).

2.5 hours later Aiden was wide awake and enjoying hanging out with mommy, but showing no interest in sleep, so I had to take him back to his room. He was NOT happy, but he did eventually fall asleep in his own bed. The next morning he informed me, "I going to sleep with you again in THAT room". And here's the part I never, ever should have said...I replied, "No, that's only for when you're really, really sick and can't sleep." For two days now he's been saying, "I going to be really sick tonight". Of course you are...