We're raising a human!

The other morning, Ethan was playing after having his bottle (Oh. My. Gosh.  Can I just say how awesome it is to have a weaned child?!) when he started walking down the hallway.  I asked him, "Where's Daddy?"  thinking that he would keep walking to our bedroom where Josh was still sleeping.  Instead, he quickly turned around and very purposefully walked over to a framed picture of Josh, my dad, and Brownie.  He picked it up, pointed at Josh and proudly proclaimed, "DA!"

The next day he walked up to me whining and saying, "Mamamamamama" very pitifully.  Taking my best guess, I asked, "Are you thirsty?"  He announced, "WAWA!" and marched straight to the refrigerator.

Crack me up!  Every day he turns into more of a big kid.  Watching him make new discoveries and learn to communicate is so fun. I'm loving life with a toddler!  If only it weren't so messy... haha!

All about the boy

Ethan attempted to brush his own hair tonight.  He'd just had a bath, and I'd towelled him off and tried to manage his too-long locks, then sat the brush on the ground.  Ethan immediately picked it up and raked it across the top and side of his head.  Too bad the bristles were facing outward, but good gracious, it was the cutest thing ever.  It's so fun being surprised by his increasing repetoire of "grown up" behavior.  I am very, very much looking forward to the next year. 

I'm really bad at keeping up with this kind of stuff, but here's an incredibly short list of some of his other skills and quirks:

--Says "Mama," "Dada," "Bough,"  (for Brownie), and "Bah" (ball) with purpose
--Walks with us, holding only one hand for balance
--Throws a ball for Brownie
--Looks for toys (or Brownie) under the sofa
--Dances to music
--Laughs pretty much all day long (unless he's hungry)
--Loves fruits and steamed veggies and is finally starting to love meat (he seems to be a texture eater and it took him a while to get used to foods that wouldn't mush).  It's hard to tell if he has a favorite.  Maybe fresh steamed cubes of butternut squash?  He scarfs that down faster than anything else at least.  Oh, and he squeals with delight when he sees a Rice Chex box.  He should do their commercials.
--He loooves sleeping under lots of blankets.  He sleeps under 2 blankts and recently Josh also added a heavy baby quilt over his waist and feet.  Ethan crawls so his face is right in the corner of his bed and snuggles down under his blankets and *finally* go to bed without screaming bloody murder.  It's soooo nice for Mommy's nerves! 
--He also loves his stuffed animals.  He sleeps with 3.  Last night we couldn't even see Ethan in the video monitor, so Josh went to check and make sure he didn't somehow Houdini himself out of the bed (unlikely of course, but you just never know with Ethan!).  Turns out, Ethan had put a stuffed animal completely over his face and fallen asleep that way.
--He seems to be missing one of his lower teeth.  He has 4 on top, but just 3 on bottom, and it doesn't look like the 4th on the bottom is anywhere to be seen.  Interesting.  I'm just trusting that the permanent one is there.
--I do a little "washing machine" dance with him by making him twist at varying speeds (yeah, can you tell I do chores all day or what??), and now, when he's happy, he wiggles back and forth on his own just like our little dance.
--He yell-whines at me when I start to walk over to the computer. (He's helping me with my FB addiction.)

Alright, it's late.  Maybe more later.  Sooner than later, hopefully.  :)

Ethan found his balance!

I really need to write more often... I haven't been keeping track of Ethan's development very well, but I guess that will make our future children not feel shafted.  ;)

Ethan got his front two upper teeth several weeks ago.  He was sooooo whiney before they poked through, but since then, he's been such a happy little camper.  I enjoy sitting on the floor and playing with him, but it's nice that he now doesn't require me to do that to be happy.  I've been so productive!  I've also gotten a lot busier lately, which is fun as long as I don't let myself get overwhelmed with obligations.  I'm truly a homebody at heart.  :)

Anyway, what I really came here to write is that Ethan can STAND unassisted now!!  He's been able to hold his balance for a second or two for weeks, but yesterday he stood for over a minute!  We were over at a friend's house and Ethan just STOOD in the kitchen while we all stared at him with our mouths hanging open.  Later in the night as we were carving pumpkins, we heard Ethan squeal with delight from around the corner.  When we peeked over, was STANDING on their SECOND stair--- just standing there like it was no big deal!  I guess it'll only be a matter of time before he gets brave enough to try to take his first steps, which makes me feel very wistful. 

Watching him grow up is so, so much fun.  Sometimes I just want to freeze time so I can wallow in all the sweet, happy moments before they whoosh past.  Even if I could, though, I wouldn't ever want to go back in time to the earlier months.  I'm so blessed that every month is better than the one before.  :)

Change in Plans

One of many reasons God tells us not to worry:  often the things we fret over never come to pass.

Josh came home for lunch today with the words, "Bad news.  We're not going to Alaska.  The Army just put me on orders to be a recruiter." 

Thankfully we weren't too terribly far into the process of PCSing.  We'd been to one two-hour brief, a desk-side meeting, and set up a couple other appointments. Ethan and I were supposed to be seeing a doctor today to get medical clearance to PCS to an OCONUS location, and tomorrow I had an appointment to get a no-fee governnment passport, but now I'm cancelling those.

I hate unplanning the planned.

My poor mind.  It's so pointless trying to wrap my mind around anything the Army says.  So, so pointless.

On the plus-side, Josh won't be deploying any time soon!  Really and truly, I was more excited about Alaska for Josh than for myself; being without my husband in the frozen tundra doesn't really excite my southern self... although I was looking forward to a good challenge and seeing a very different part of the country.  Oh well.  Guess I don't have to pack away my flip-flops afterall.  If they station us where Josh joined, it looks like we'll be moving to Gainesville.  The possibility is so absurd, I just have to laugh.

But for now, I'm not going to think about it. I have a feeling Josh is going to do whatever he can to get out of this one... going Warrant or submitting his OCS packet... in which case he'd likely go to a long school and then get stuck back at Fort Gordon. 

We're never leaving this place.  I can feel it.

Lord, please, please let me eat those words.

A New Leaf

For the last few weeks, I've been listening to sermons online during the day.  I started out with ones about being a godly wife and mom then branched out to the rest of a series on Proverbs. 

I cannot begin to tell you the effects this has had on my spiritual life, overall energy level, and the cleanliness of my house!  I'm getting so much done around here AND I'm happy to be doing it.  It's so refreshing to be hearing God's word and to be encouraged as I simply go about my daily home-life.  My heart is full of peace, and that's making me so much more aware of the opportunities I have to serve and love others like Jesus would.  Thankfully that peace didn't come a moment too soon:

We found out the Army's moving us to Alaska. I was really excited about the adventure until I found out that Josh will be deploying again a couple months after we get there.  That stinks in itself, but I'm more concerned about surviving my first winter up there without him.  Snow to my thighs, ice-covered roads (they don't bother to salt them up there), and temperatures that reach 50 below zero terrify this Georgia girl.  Snow causes panic and empty grocery shelves down here, and I can remember one snowless day when our school closed because it was just "too cold" and they were afraid the buses wouldn't run.  I keep imagining my car run off the road during a blizzard, Ethan and I mildly bleeding and huddling under a blanket in our back seat, praying someone will drive by and rescue us.  It's not a pretty picture.

The more I imagine life up there alone, the more terrified I become.  I've been feeling so anxious, jittery, and sick to my stomach.  I know that God's big enough to take care of me, but I tend to get swallowed up in worry pretty easily once I let my mind run rampant.  I pray, and that brings peace for a moment but within a few hours, I'm panicking again.  I keep telling myself that it's pointless to worry about something months away--- that all my fretting might not even matter if God takes me out before then--- so I try to stall it, but I just haven't been very successful and I'm getting really tired of feeling so nervous.

Last night, I came home from a weekly Bible study and decided to get really serious about this anxiety. I've been convicted lately of my habit of seeking Christian books, commentary, articles online, friends, etc. for all of my troubles but not really digging deep into Scripture by itself, by myself for answers. So, for the first time in a while, I did... and it was awesome.

I came to the glaring conclusion that my worry is a sin.

In Matthew 6 and Luke 12, Jesus plainly says, "Do not worry."  It's easy to understand that when Jesus commands us, "Don't commit adultery" or, "Don't murder" and we do it anyway, that's sin.  No problem. I won't do those things because I didn't want to do them in the first place.  It's harder to swallow when it's something that's become second nature.   .

I come from a long, long line of worriers, and in a world where no one preaches that you actually have control and power over the thoughts you think, it's really, reaaaaallly easy for me to believe "I can't help it! It's just the way I am." Well, sure, it's the way I am: I'm a sinner. But according to scripture, being a worrier isn't something carved into my being in the same way that God gave me freckles. Jesus wouldn't command me, "Don't have freckles;" I don't really have control over that.  But apparently, he can command me to not worry because with His help, not worrying is a choice I can make, just like every other choice I can make to become more Christ-like. 

So, I start new today.  No more sinful worry.  More realistically, when the temptation to worry arises, I will recognize it and choose to think something different.  If I actually need to be thinking about the move and start panicking, I'll stop and dwell on the verses below (hopefully memorized!) until I believe that God really is big enough.  And if I'm just daydreaming and panicking, I plan to redirect my thoughts toward praying for my family since I never do enough of that.  Admittedly, worry, fear and fretting are not going to be easy habits to break, but I trust that God's both capable and willing enough to change me.

 Then Jesus said to His disciples, “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on.  Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing.  Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds?  And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?  If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest?  Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith?

“And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind.  For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things.  But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you.

 “Do not fear, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell what you have and give alms; provide yourselves money bags which do not grow old, a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches nor moth destroys.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."  ~Luke 12:22-34

Father-Son Time

Last night I was telling Josh about our adventures at the commisary earlier that day.  Ethan was in a terrific mood, as was I, and we became quite the people magnet.  SIX people in the produce section alone stopped to talk to us (then I stopped counting because it was getting too absurd)... and not just a quick, "Oh, what a happy baby," but long life stories about their kids and grandkids.  I had no where to be, and Ethan was thoroughly enjoying all the attention so I listened... and listened, and was blessed by their kindness. 

At the end of my tale, Josh asked, "Why does no one ever do that when I'm with him?"  I at first said I wasn't sure, then I started cracking up. 

"Josh, when have you ever taken Ethan out by yourself?" 

"I don't know, but I'm sure I have!"

Nope. Never has.  He drove him to church once... and met me there.  Hilarious husband.  Anyway, I think he now NEEDS to take this kid grocery shopping and to the post office so he can see what an adventure running errands with a baby is.  I'm thinking he might not appreciate what I do appropriately enough since he's never done it.  ;)  Once when I really needed a break, I asked him to take Ethan with him to the store, and Josh asked about 7 times before he left, "Do you reaaaaaaaaaaaallly want me to take him?"  "YES."  Every time, "YES."  And so Josh stalled around until it was naptime and then the babe couldn't tag along. 

Hilarious, I tell you, hilarious!

Pardon Me While I Gush

I am madly in love with my six month and 11 day old baby.  I meant to come here and blog about all of his latest accomplishments before he actually turned six months, but alas.  I'm a mommy.  And we all know that mommies have great intentions but spotty follow-through when it comes to anything that doesn't involve taking care of their families.  Right?  Right.

I don't really know what I came here to write today, so I'll just ramble.  And not delete.  I'm in that kind of mood for a change.  Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! 

Ethan's been chowing down on baby food for the past 2 weeks.  So far, he loves it all.  Rice cereal, carrots, green beans, and pears.  We got a funny little face out of him on the green beans, but he didn't stop gobbling.  I've been making home movies of all his first bites of new foods.  I have secret hopes of getting an amazing reaction (good or bad) and winning a bagillion dollars from America's Funniest Videos.  A girl without an income can dream, right?

With the more filling foods, my precious bundle of joy has been sleeping through the night for the past WEEK!  This is a huge break-through for us: we had been getting up TWICE in the middle of the night to feed.   It was terrible.  I was exhausted and had very little patience and very little wits about me. As I suspected, my poor little chunker was just starving. 

Also on the feeding front, we've fully defeated thrush, and now that Ethan's two bottom teeth are in, he's stopped trying to turn his lips in when he eats so the injuries from his bad latching have healed, so feeding is 100 % pain free.  PAIN FREE!!!  Ahh, it's amazing.  Finally, finally breastfeeding doesn't have me in tears.  I'm feeling more and more confident that we'll be able to make it to Ethan's first birthday.

Alright, enough rambling for now.  I'll be back one of these days...