Lucy is much like Old Men

Yes, it’s true. I’m comparing my month old baby girl to an old man. There are 8 qualities that I’ve come to the conclusion she shares with old men. I’m not proud of them, and she isn’t either. Hopefully she’ll grow out of these and I won’t have a ‘Lucy and Old Men part 2’.

1. Hair half donut. Need I say more?

2. Dried food. She almost always has a speck of milk stuck to her cheek. Either that or her cheek is still shiny from her bottle. She doesn’t believe in napkins. Neither do old men. ‘Ah, just wipe it on your sleeve…’ (And then its stuck in their facial hair).

3. Crazy eyebrows. Ever noticed how old men’s eyebrows decide one day to stop laying flat and start growing outward… or upward? Lucy’s do too. I’m hoping they haven’t gotten long enough to lay flat, yet. Either that or people will call her caterpillar face when she’s in school.

4. No teeth. She gums everything that gets in her mouth too. She sometimes smacks her little jaws just like the old men do when they’ve finally convinced people to let them sit around without their dentures.

5. Unwilling to negotiate. She has made up her mind, and it ain’t changing. Ever tried to reason with an old man? It’s not happening. Nor with Lucy. It’s her way or… well.. or she’ll cry. Old men will just grunt. She does that too sometimes.

6. Toenails. She and old men cannot clip their own toenails. At least hers aren’t as thick as a Ritz cracker and yellow. But neither like this process.

7. Bodily functions. They can’t control them. And they are loud. Better out than in I always say.

8. Funny smell. Not sure why old men smell funny… maybe its the cologne they’ve had since 1992 that they are still using. Or that and the combination of the yellow Listerine (who buys that really?). Lucy’s is a milk smell. It still doesn’t smell like roses. Thank goodness for Johnson’s baby products.

What’s the worst part of all this?

She doesn’t mind at all.

To Infinity and Beyond!

So, I have found a brief moment of time to work on my blog. My devotional blogs are MUCH shorter (if you’ve been following, you’ve noticed.) So here is an update on our little Lucy.

She now is having some good nights and some not-so-good nights. Monday was a gooood night. How can I tell? By the amount of sleep I get. I fell asleep at 11 and woke up a little after 3. Thats 4 hours straight. That’s amazing. Then I went back to sleep at about 3:45 and woke up at 7am. That wasn’t as long as 4 hours, but it’ll do.

Last night was a not-so-good night. I put her down at 11. And she cried at 11:15. So I attempted to feed her again. She ate 3 sips and was out. So I put her down again. And she cried again in 15 minutes. We did this little game until about 12:30. Then she fell asleep. I slept from12:30 until 1:45. That’s an hour and 15 minutes. That’s a tease. That’s not even a good nap.  So I fed her again cause she was rootin around acting all hungry. I laid back down at 2:15. Woke up at 4. That’s almost 2 hours. Still not great. Fed her at 4. She cried at 4:15. At 4:30. I put her down at 4:45 and slept til 6. Again… sleep teasing.

I have always told people that I wasn’t a fan of babies. This backs up my dislike for infants.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter more than anything I could have ever dreamed, but I’m so ready for her to talk to me. God told me the other day that I gave birth to my best friend. She won’t be my best friend until she’s grown up.

So Lucy, as sweet and cute as you are now, I cannot WAIT until you grow up a little and become my best friend. I can’t wait to hear about the cute boy that you meet on your first day of high school, and I can’t wait to you dress up for prom. I can’t wait until you come to me and say, “Mom! I changed my major, again!”

I’m trying to enjoy these days. And I do. I love smelling her hair (most of which I accidentally rubbed off in the bath… I’m such a terrible mom…). I love dressing her up in her little bitty outfits. She is so cute. But I do look forward to the future.

She scratched her cheek last night while she was sleeping (again, I forgot to trim her nails… terrible mom… I gotta say, I’m still getting used to taking care of another person constantly). It was bright red. She cut her little plump cheek pretty well. Gosh…

Mothering = Tough.

Why didn’t you all tell me that it was this hard? I guess the same reason you don’t tell people all the symptoms of pregnancy. Then no one would have kids.

Its tough to keep a tiny person alive. Especially a tiny grump. She is a tiny grump. She grunts at her unhappiness all the time. Here is her grumpy face.

I guess I’m the bad mother because I say what every other mom has thought. Every new mother I’ve ever seen looks so put together. Like they’ve got it under control. I feel like a complete mess. My lack of baby experience has not helped.

Did you know that if you let a baby eat 3 ounces of milk you have to get a burp out of them? If you pat them a few times and hear nothing, you gotta keep going. Wanna know why? Because in a few seconds your sweet little bundle of joy is going to start spraying you down like a milk sprinkler with the precious liquid gold (pumped breast milk) that you just fed them. It’s gonna get everywhere and it’s gonna be sticky. And you’ll have to wash the sheets, again. And you’ll use 3 of your freshly washed towels too.

I’m terrible at this. You’d think someone would write a book for people who don’t know what they are doing… OH WAIT. They have. There are a ka-trillion books on how to keep a baby alive. Which makes it hard to pick one since a lot of them contradict each other. “Let the baby cry! No, don’t let the baby cry! Rock them to sleep! No, Don’t rock them to sleep! Pump breast milk is best! Straight from the boob is better!”

AAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

I feel better.

Were you overwhelmed when you first had kids?

PLEASE lie to me and tell me you were even if you were one of those “together” moms or dads…

Creator

He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. Colossians 1:15-16

I have a tendency of stressing God as creator. I’m not really sure why. Perhaps the artist in me? Or the biology teacher? Anyway, I almost always describe Him firstly as creator. It’s such a huge thing that He did for us by creating the world… And us!

This verse also clearly states why we were created. For Him. For His glory. He created us and our purpose is for whatever He wants for us. His plans are good, don’t you worry.

This also says all things visible and invisible. We could go a couple of ways with this, and we will. (I’m gonna try something a little different). But for now, meditate on the fact that our God created the world, He created the heavens, and He created us and wants to share it all with us.

That is amazing love!

Hold Me Close God

I will never forget your precepts, for by them you have preserved my life. Psalm 119:93

This rings true for my life.

I asked God as a little girl to take care of me since I didn’t have a mom any more. He did just that. He honored my 11 year old heart’s prayer.

I followed Him throughout  my high school years and I pretty much stayed out of trouble.

To this day, I still have not ever tasted beer or smoked a cigarette… I don’t even have to say I’ve never dabbled in any sort of drug or gambling. God put me in his great big huge hands, and carried me through high school and college and dropped me off on the other side with absolutely no desire to ever try any of that stuff. I never sewed wild oats.. I don’t want to.

I desperately pray the same thing for my daughter.

Today’s blog is short, and sweet. Be looking forward to a blog where (yes…) I’m going to try and be funny. I very well might bomb. If it isn’t funny, please don’t leave that in the comments. If it is… then do! What is it going to be about?

How my precious little angel is very much like an old man.

Keep posted. It’ll be on here within a couple of days. Blogging has been put on the back burner. Baby comes first.. As she should.

the Race

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Hebrews 12:1

Anything worth anything takes perseverance.

It’s not worth gaining if you don’t have to work at it.

I mean, think about it. If you want a good body, you have to watch what you eat and work out. Working out isn’t easy, if you are doing it right.

If you want a great job, you don’t call the job people and say, “Gimme a good one” and then expect to be making 6 figures.

You have to work at it.

Why would you think Christianity would be any different?

Here, the Word calls Christianity a race. We have to throw off the sin that entangles us.

If you go running with 30lb dumbbells in your hands, you’ll get tired a lot quicker than if you were running freely. Sin is the dumbbells. You gotta let go of the sin to make it to the end of the race.

You gotta move, or work, to get to the end of the race as well!

If you are having a tough time being a Christian, then you are doing it right. It isn’t easy casting off self. Its not easy crucifying self. Its work. And it is worth it.