I think my heart can smile

Last night, while eating our grilled cheese and french fries, the girls began discussion about what they wanted for Christmas. Maddie was shouting something about a DS, and Hailey quietly mumbled something. In the second it took Maddie to take a breath, I heard it again: "I want a hug for Christmas".

Crying Gets You Nowhere

What changed? What changed, I shout!! Two year and three month old Hailey has never, ever, ever had trouble taking a nap or going to bed. Not in her entire life, save for our trip to my in-laws, when she refused to sleep in a small dark room because she could hear everything we were doing in the next room. But that's not my point. There's nothing new about our house. She's been sleeping in her room since the day she got home from the hospital.

Now, suddenly, she's afriad of the wind and wants me to hold her. Only today it's not windy. It's fine outside. And she's so overtired it's not even funny! I'm trying to get "stuff" done, so if she's somehow in tune with that and is trying to sobtage my plans, she's succeding!

So, we continue with the cry-it-out plan. I go in every 10 minutes, 20, etc. to give her a quick comfort, then I leave. And she's back at it. Crying, sobbing, talking (or should I say shouting). I've been doing this for 8 years, people! Can we be done already? Can they just go to bed when it's the day is done or when it's nap time? And while we're at it, not talk back, follow directions the first time, and eat while sitting in a chair? Don't even get me started on potty training. So not interested. Oh, she is, but I'm not!

48 inches of Meredith

And, now, what you've been waiting for. My opinion of Grey's last night. First of all, I think that was the first time I've seen Grey's on a 48" screen TV. Wow, Meredith and the like are enormus! I spent several minutes trying to figure out if the entire cast put on 10 pounds since the spring, but decided that no, I got a new TV since it was last on. Makes perfect sense. My favorite part of the entire show was the last word: acceptance. It's ironic, because I was just reading about acceptance yesterday in the book I'm reading.

It also brought more to mind. Like, isn't it ironic in real life how God brings you to and through situations? And then when that one is finished, you're stronger, smarter, more humble, and changed forever? What if you don't really have time to reflect on that one and you're tossed into something else? What if you can't see the big picture until several years later? What if you don't know the big picture until your picture is at the end? Or what if you never know the big picture? I'll sum up this paragraph by using the word obedient. That's how I would like to be remembered and known for. Even if what I'm doing doesn't make sense to anyone else, if I'm obedient to the Creator of life, I'm doing the right thing, wouldn't you think?

I heart change

Another stint of silence. This time I can't blame memory loss. It's just pure laziness. I haven't felt like writing anything new to this blog that no one reads, so I haven't. But today I got the brilliant thought of actually telling people about this blog of mine for others to actually ... get this, read. Whew. What a concept.

So today's thought is based on a facebook status I wrote earlier this week. It said: "I heart change". I had several comments -- what's changing? are you rolling change? cashing in on change? First let me address the "heart" in my comment. It means love. It's a little code word I like to use instead of actually committing to the actual act of "love." It's deep, I know.

But really, this time of year is exciting. About to enter a brand new school year brings on more change. The daily routine will change. I'm thrilled about this. If you've known me for any length of time you know I like variety - change. But don't worry, I'll get sick of that "new" routine by Halloween and be craving a new one.

Speaking of, the girls want to play Yahtzee now, so I need to change my original plan of writing a blog post, and go play a game. This is my life. I'd like to embrace it and not fight it.

My Memory is Failing

Actually, my memory isn't really failing, it's just that I have too much to remember. Take passwords for example. Every single thing in my life has to have a password. And if you're like me you might have, say, two or three passwords and then several variations of those words. That gets really confusing when you're updating a few blogs, logging onto your bank accounts, paying bills, and just shopping online.

So is the answer writing them down in an address book? What if someone found that book? Would they really care enough to log onto blogger and write the blog? Doubt it.

In case you haven't already guessed, that is the reason for my 6+ month silence. I couldn't remember my password! The dog ate my homework!