It's Official...

It has officially begun. Marissa and Jessica are now babysitters! Yes, I am overwhelmed with this new status of my babies. How did they get old enough to be watching someone else's children? Where did the time go?

My girls are babysitting, even now, as I type this post. They are watching the cutest of twins, John and Isabella. The first time the girls started watching the twins was a doozy!! In fact, they met my husband at the backdoor as he came home from work, dropped both babies into his arms, and ran for cover! LOL The next time, which was last week, was Oh, SO much better. The babies just needed to get used to the girls and our home. They love the "woowoo" aka as Anabelle, our Dachshund. She is pretty good with them and loves the attention.

I keep calling them babies but I believe they are around 1 1/2 years old now. They are both beautiful children and have overcome the effects of their extra early birth . If I am correct, they were born at 26 weeks gestation. They were in the hospital for several months until they were 4 pounds or so. Maureen, their gorgeous mommy, has had her hands full, FOR SURE!

Today, the girls seem to have a great grasp on how to meet any and all situations. It makes me proud to see them care for these babies with so much love and natural ability. It also makes me happy to see them earning a little money for themselves. When you earn the money yourself, you are more apt to be more careful how you spend it and take better care of what you buy.

To see pictures of these cuties, visit my friend Laura Berrier's blog. She shot some candid shots of both kids at Heather and Joe Serna's recent wedding reception. Now, I am going to go check on my girls and see how they and the babies are doing. See you again soon.

Neglecting This Blog...

Life has surely been busy around here for the last few weeks. School, work, church, birthdays, and much more. Just wanted to let anybody (of the three who read this regularly) who was concerned know that I am alive and kicking. Perhaps I will have time later this week to post something that has been on my mind. For now, keep checking back and I hope you forgive me for not posting!

Have a blessed Monday...mine hasn't been too great so far...we shall see how it turns out!

The Tattered Tome

After an activity in which we evaluated our Self-Concept during Interpersonal Communication and a rousing discussion during our Study Session, I started driving home. Out of nowhere came the first two lines you will read below. I stopped for milk and other necessities and yet these phrases kept sounding in my head.

So, I sat down at the computer and let the phrases flow and I am amazed at what came about.

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If only everyone else could see me as I see myself

Like a worn and tattered tome on a secondhand bookstore shelf

The jacket that I wear is hiding what is really inside

It only offers me a sense of false and temporary pride

The outside may be clean and dusted, colorful and neat

But underneath the jacket is a history of defeat

The naked bindings of my life

Show many stains of tears, anger, pain and strife

My corners are battered, my edges abused,

And my facade has been negligently misused

Inside are hidden secrets written on pages torn

They are filled with self-recriminations, failures and scorn

Occasional triumphs are recorded, few and far between

Kind words others shared are treasured, make me feel like a queen

If someone were to be allowed to read this shattered account

I am sure they would be surprised at the wasted amount

Of joy that didn’t last long enough, or peace too fleeting

Of the things I allowed to be written, instead of from sin fleeing

If only others could see my life as I really see

Perhaps they would stop judging and just help me become a better me.

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Do you identify with the Book or with the ones to whom the Book is talking to?

I am not sure where I stand, perhaps I identify a little with both parties.