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Friday, January 23, 2009

Teething is a Nightmare

What happened to my sweet little boy? He has been overtaken by the teething monster. I have heard stories about babies who go absolutely crazy while teething. I didn't believe it. Kaylie never really fussed while she was teething. She never ran a fever. Yes she chewed on things more than usual, but for the most part she just went with the flow. Micah has decided to throw all of our previous parental confidence out the window. So much for thinking all that experience with the first baby would make raising the second a breeze. Micah has proven what every parent says but I had failed to realize until now. Every child is different. Micah has always been a little more clingy since birth. He likes to be held and coddled. He is not usually content to just lie in his crib or sit in a bumbo and chew on a teething ring. I had finally made some peace with this. Chris and I had learned to balance a baby on one knee while eating and allowing a little extra cuddle time after getting up in the morning. He had started gaining that cute little baby personality, laughing, smiling, and babbling a lot of intelligent baby wisdom. Suddenly a few weeks ago things began to seriously change. It started with an almost constant drool. No problem, nothing a burp rag and a few extra changes of clothes can't handle. Then came an instinct to chomp down and gum on anything that comes close to his mouth. Who knew gums could injure a finger so badly? Next came the continuous crying as he chews on his own hand. At this point it is almost impossible to make him happy. If I hold him he still whines, if I give him a teething ring he gets frustrated because he can't shove the whole thing in his mouth. I even have tried oragel which works temporarily, but in no way solves the problem. I work so hard to get a smile or even a little laugh, but he just seems uncomfortable most of the time. I know time is really the only solution, but my sanity is wearing thin. When it's all over I 'll look back and this will seem like a little blip in the entire spectrum of child rearing, but for now I'm just praying for those little teeth to start coming in!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Obama Mania

It was a big day for a lot of people yesterday. I like the majority of the country watched parts of the inauguration ceremonies. I thought I would have a lot to say on the topic because I always get an itch for political banter. Surprisingly I do not feel like analyzing much. It is a wait and see situation. No man is god, and no one person can save the world from all its ills.

That being said I am done with political talk for this blog. Instead I would like to talk about being sick. I hate it. I just had a cold last month before Christmas. Stupid rhino virus getting to me again. I'm just glad it came now instead of next week because we are headiong for vacation next Thurday. I am so ready for some time away.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Just Missing

I don't like it so much when my parents are away. It is even worse when they are in a place where phone and internet usage are limited. I am spoiled to having them so close. I cannot count the number of times I have picked up the phone to call my mom to tell her something, and then I have to remind myself she is not at home. Only about eight days left. That seems like a lifetime from now.

It may sound crazy, but I wish I were in hot,dusty Burkina Faso right now. It would be better than staring at this energy vaccuum they call a computer.

Snack Time

I have a new favorite snack, and it's healthy too! A quarter of a loaf of naan with 2 tbl. of garlic hummus and some cucumbers on top.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Come Fly With Me

I really need to fly away...just for awhile

Thursday, January 15, 2009

On Towards Africa








Burkina Faso is a landlocked country in West Africa. It holds the unfortunate title as the third poorest country in the world. I find this completely amazing considering all of the desitute places on this planet, but here is where my parents have been called time and time again. I have not had the privilege of visiting yet, but I know my time will come.



This week my parents left to lead a team along with a few doctors to do a medical outreach in the capitol of Ougadougou and some surrounding villages. They will try to provide some very basic medical care in hopes of making some inroads for a trip in the future that will be on a larger scale. To look at the needs of countries like this is overwhelming. Attempts to bring some sort of aid and hope almost seem like trying to drain the ocean with a bucket. In spite of the circumstances we the body of Christ are called to this, to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, reach out to the hurting both spiritually and physically. I have a bad habit of getting caught up in myself and my needs, but to know Christ is to live a life opposite to human nature. It is to be selfless to give even when we feel spent. Today I must repent once again for my self absorption and short sightedness. It may be a small bucket, but it is my bucket and I am willing to be used to do my part here until one day I can reach across that ocean.









Nothing New


Solomon states in Ecclesiastes
That which has been is that which will be, And that which has been done is that which will be done. So there is nothing new under the sun.

Everywhere you look, everywhere you go people are always looking for the newest sound, the latest trend, or change they can believe in. I read countless blogs and realize similar threads of life that weave through my writings as well as others. We all crave the chance to put our spin on the world as we see it. It may be helpful to ponder this statement. There is really nothing new, if it is said now it was said then. Nations will rise and nations will fall just like the tides of the ocean. Unknown people will rise and achieve great feats and great people will fall and become unknown.

It is with this I realize my writings are not here to create something new or break out with the latest and greatest ideas. It is all simple really, there is only one constant that can turn the mundane into something fresh with purpose. In the mean time as I keep my eye on the prize, to author and finisher of my faith, I'd like to share the journey with you dear reader. All these things that make us different lead us to the point that we are all in the end very much the same.