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My Little Loves

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I love my little ones, as every parent does, and for some reason they have chosen this week to both begin major changes again. My little boy, who has been quite the mockingbird these past few months, is really becoming consistent with certain words that we repeat back and forth and is now saying them on his own, without any prompting from Momma. We say "thank you" and "hey" constantly, and in the perfect context as well. Also he is learning to say "Diaper" when he needs to be changed, rather than just screaming in anger. He loves to sing and gets extremely excited when we turn on something that has music or dancing in it. Every morning he wakes up calling his "good girl", making sure she is still here and is OK. He is such a good big brother, protecting her and giving her hugs and kisses, and she loves it! Little girl has found her fingers and is very excited that they move when she puts her hand in front of her face. Today we started playing w

Forgiveness

"Bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must  do" ~Colossians 3:13 We have all found ourselves stuck between the paths of hatred and forgiveness. There are many times when the world would tell us that we have "every right" to hate that person for the situation that had been created, but in God's eyes we have no  right to hate anyone. Instead we are commanded to forgive them. Now, I'm not saying we need to remain naive and allow a pattern of repeated mistakes and situations destroy our lives, but that we are not to be consumed with the wrongs done against us. And many times we find ourselves in the moment and can't imagine how we can forgive that person, again, and find a way to trust them, again, and yet we expect that daily to be done for us. We as Christians are called to strive for perfection in our walks with God, however there is no human on this earth

Higher

I want you to see what I saw this morning. I had just finished my breakfast, my one year old son finishing his earlier and being set in his room behind the baby gate to have his morning playtime. I slowly peeked my head around the corner to see my little boy looking not so little. We had a train table given to us for Christmas last year and while the trains and tracks are still in the storage bin, with him being a little young to appreciate the whole effect, he uses the table for many different purposes. It has been a percussion board for new rythms he has found, a display case for his favorite toys and books, a quick and easy spot to place toys when it's late at night and we don't want to trip on the way to his crib, you name it. But the newest job description for this marvelous table is "stage". Many times have I looked in to find him trying to climb on top of it, or sitting quitely looking at a book up there. But today he took it to a new level. Not only was he sta