Two different Settings

We used to have this old lawnmower when I was a teenager. It had two speed settings, one with a picture of a rabbit for fast and a picture of a turtle for slow.

I have two children. One's the rabbit and one's the turtle. David is set on high speed until he loses consciousness for the night. Rae is steady slow and calm pretty much all the time.

It's strange how they have the same parents, same lifestyle, same training and they are two such different individuals. It truly boggles my mind.

I'm in love with both my turtle and my rabbit and they both offer such different delights within themselves to our family. It will be fun to see what we get with the next baby!

The Elder Brother

I hate it when God shows me when I've screwed up. Okay, I don't hate it it's just really uncomfortable. Okay, it's not uncomfortable it sucks.

You see, the Lord has been showing me how my heart is like the elder brothers. This is what I mean, I'm not exactly like him, I love it when the prodigal comes home I just hate all the fuss over the prodigal when he doesn't deserve it. See? I have a sick heart. As if all the fuss endangers my place in His heart or my happiness, peace ,etc.

It's ridiculous I know. I've repented. I know it's up to God to change me now it's just so gross and embarassing. Why am I writing about it then? I'm not sure. I guess I'm trying to wrap my mind around it and I needed to write it out. Who knows.

I've decided that it's easy to be generous with my money. When we have it to give we give it and it's not the least bit painful. What about generosity with my thoughts and my actions, though? And isn't it so much easier to be generous with strangers than with those whose hearts we know. We get caught up in all of the "yes, but I know this about them..." Why they don't "deserve" our generosity.

I'm sure I'm not the only one like this and it's okay if nobody else claims to feel like this too but I felt like maybe I needed to say it out loud.

Okay, there you go.

OJ and Coke

David told me with the saddest face last night that he wanted to be big and then he would drink orange juice and coke! Who knew his deprivation was this severe? He can't have OJ because his body is really sensitive to the citric acid. He inherited that from me. And there is just too much sugar in coke. Too funny.

We had a good weekend. The wedding was really nice. The Lord showed me some things in myself that I'm not quite ready to expound on yet but will soon. The house is nasty. We got to spend some good time with Chuck's cousin Somer and her husband and baby. That was probably the best part of the weekend.

It was good.

My 3 year old longs for OJ and Coke....

Fair Warning

I'm giving y'all fair warning that I might not be around much this week. Chuck's sister is getting married this weekend and we have kicked off the week with a busy schedule. Today David and I went to pick up the wedding dress and a few bridesmaid dresses from alterations and being steamed. After delivering the dress to the specified location we came home and they are in bed.

I fully intend to update y'all on the new/old car we got. (Okay, it's not old, it's an 04 but it's not technically new either) Pregnancy, potty training and the like.

Actually, let me say this about potty training, we were gone all morning and David did not have any accidents. No accidents for the past few days either. It's going really well.

So, give me some time. Maybe next week?

Haggling

Okay, so I'm shopping for new cars via the Internet and phone conversations. I've narrowed it down to two. And guess what - I hate haggling. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. I hate feeling like I'm trying to cheat someone else. It stinks.

I'm not trying to cheat anyone else but it still feels like it (or at least I think that they think that I am). So, I'm asking for "rock bottom" prices. Yick.

Anyway, Chuck is better at this but doesn't have the time for it right now. He does, however, like to tell me the "better" way to do it. I'm really tempted to tell him that the better way is to do it himself but I won't. I'll probably just have diarrhea from the anxiety.

Proper Update

It's me again, Margaret. Bet you thought I would never blog again, huh? Well, you were wrong. It's just taken me a while.

David is in fully potty training mode now and is only wearing diapers at nap time and night time. It's a constant all day situation. He's actually doing very well but I have started dreaming (or having nightmares) about wet and dirty underwear. It's interesting.

Rae is teething. Wow. That's all I have to say about that.

We are looking for a newer car so I've been spending hours daily researching and scouring the internet for a great deal.

Chuck has started planting stuff so now our days are long and our nights are short. I can really tell it bothers David. He's not doing stuff that David can be along for so it kind of stinks for him. He's sort of clingy to Chuck at night time.

I'm tired again. I thought I had passed that stage but apparantly not.

There. That's a proper update.