I thought I'd take a picture of my wall today. Right now, I have this verse {1 Corinthians 15:58} written in big, bright "look-at-me!!" colors and hanging in our kitchen. 

Every so often, the only nice word I can think of to describe my days is "flustering". Yes, that's the word I chose; it seems most accurate. I find myself just falling short, and losing a Godly perspective on things often.
   
Thank you, Baby Blues!
I'm a wife and a mom. Messes and chaos are a part of life. I'll clean, only to find Little Bit dumping something out onto the floor like she's a two year old. (She is a two year old!) The dishes pile up and wait for me in the sink. And I can't find my toothbrush. That's life. Sometimes though it can feel so unending, and my efforts fruitless and futile.

I usually {always.} find that I adopt the worst attitude and get quickly overwhelmed and flustered when I have put my priorities in a blender and hit puree.  

How quickly I forget that what I'm doing here in my home, as a wife and mom, has more value than the immediate. My family and our home were gifted to me by God - and what a blessing they are! My taking care of my family is my act of obedience to the Lord; I'm ultimately working for Him. And, thank God, He says it's not in vain!! If I'm only mopping my floor for the sake of it being shiny, I'll gladly throw the mop away now because I know someone will walk on it before it's dried!

It comes as no shock to me that when I'm not in the bible, and dependent on God to smother me in His grace and mercies daily, that my world turns into complete bedlam. {In the end, it's okay.} It's usually not nearly the chaotic household apocalypse that I think it is once I get a grip, have some coffee, read my bible, and regroup. I wipe up the floor, often with a little girl's help. I find my toothbrush, usually in Elmo's mouth, and I play never-ending hide-and-seek with a crazy munchkin. Smothered in grace and mercy... it's not a bad thing!




I had just gotten off the phone with my brother when I hear Pirate coming up the stairs, "arrrrgh!!!" 

"What's wrong, baby?" I get up and I see that she is holding her plastic cup FULL of milk, she spilled a little bit on the first step. "It's OK, I'll clean it up! It's just milk." I tell her.

She had gotten thirsty and had seen me on the phone. So she went down to the kitchen, got her cup, poured her milk, put it back WITH the lid on, and closed the fridge door. All with minimal spilling. I WAS SO PROUD! I told her so thoroughly! I bragged to her daddy. I bragged to her. I bragged to myself. 

About a half hour later, I'm laying down chatting with Mr. Incredible and I hear this puddle-y, splashing sound in the living room. I bolt out of our room and to my jaw-dropping surprise, I see a puddle of milk on the floor. I see her cup, a water bottle, and a few little lids and plastic tea cups. ALL. CONTAINING. MILK. 

Then.... I see the gallon of milk that we opened this morning. No cap, half empty. And where is my child? Pouring and drinking her milk like a little waitress. "Husband!!! I'm going to need help," I call.

She sees my shock and squeaks out, "I'm sorry!"
I forgave her, and after we had put some towels down I called her over to myself.

As I held onto her, our little chat went something like this:


"Come here, baby. It's OK. I love you very much.I'm very proud of how big you are, and how you can get your milk all by yourself.  
But with great milk power comes great milk responsibility.
Do you know what responsibility means?"
 
Pirate: "I don't know." 
"It means that when we're big enough to be in charge of the milk, then we have to be very careful with it. We have to make sure that it stays safe, and that we don't waste it. 
So we're going to have some very special milk rules. Are you ready to hear them?
(yes)  
1. If you want some milk, you have to ask Mommy or Daddy first.
2. You can only pour your milk into the cup that we say is OK.
3. We can't waste the milk. There are little kids somewhere that don't have milk to drink.  
 
Can we remember these?"   
Pirate: "Yes." 
OK.  
Can you say, "I will drink milk responsibly."? 
Pirate: I will drink milk re-pom-sim-bly. 
*hug*
I love her receptive little heart tonight. She is just such a little treasure. There will be no crying over spilled milk tonight.

Let me tell you... my husband has never been so proud of my mad parenting skills. He was listening from upstairs and smiling through the entire little lecture.

Can anyone tell me who I quoted? I did, of course, add the word milk where it was necessary. How great is it that kids don't come pre-programmed to know when you're ripping off great lines rather than being completely awesome on your own.

#ParentingWin

I love this age. I love this life.




I spent a good hour of my Saturday afternoon making a very toddler friendly schedule!

Over the last few months, we've seen a huge change in our daughter's sleep schedule and subsequently her daily schedule.

With a little bit of Mommy-Daddy diligence, we are finally coming out of 
what I will affectionately call the "ridiculous nocturnal vampire baby stage".


What started (back when she was teething) with letting her stay up until 10pm to see her Daddy after her got home from work turned to 10:30, 11pm, soon it was midnight - and more recently we were struggling with 3am. She would then sleep until noon, have a very late nap, and the chaos continued. We are so very grateful to say that we have finally put a stop to the madness! She has been in bed and waking up at decent hours for a couple weeks now. It's wonderful! 

Now it's time for her to get on a real schedule through the day. We want something that will be flexible and practical for our family. Also, we want it to be something that she won't fight during the transition stage. If it's fun for her, it's easier for all of us! 

Back Story. 
If any of you know our daughter, you probably know that she has insane amounts of love for Phineas and Ferb! I mean, who wouldn't? They have the best days ever and do things like build elevators to the moon, or a roller coaster through Danville (their hometown). Amazing stuff. I'd love to see their bucket list. And lastly, they have a pet platypus named Perry, and he is a Secret Agent who fights evil. Oh yes, they're most definitely a cartoon. 

Back on track.
I give you the "Pirate, I know what we're going to do today!" schedule. A Phineas & Ferb themed schedule full of pictures so she can "read" her own to-do list. It might look a bit overwhelming at first glance; but I think she will LOVE it! 

Each little thing to do is listed on the green door. When she opens the little door, she sees one of her favorite characters doing that task. The first one is "Wake Up" and she will see Candace waking up in her bed. The next one is eat breakfast, and so on. It looks like a lot of stuff, but this includes a lot of five minute things, playtime, reading and relaxing, nap time, there really is quite a bit for a toddler to do!







I can't wait to see her face when she sees it.