My Ebenezer

Little Man took this picture himself.  And was so proud of it! When you live with a child, you get to witness every step of his growing up, but the perceived time involved is way warped.  You are convinced he'll be in the "dumping" stage forever, (You know the one: see a bin, dump it out, repeat until whole house is trashed.) but the cute never-met-a-stranger stage is over before you know it ("Say 'hi! '" you plead, as you're peeling your used-to-be-friendly child off the back of your legs). All of a sudden, Noah is rapidly approaching Five Years Old.  I see pictures of him as a baby and then look at his big kid face and can't believe my eyes.  When did that happen?  How did potty-training seem to last for an eternity, and now it's been three years since we finished?  I have no answer. All I know is that I suddenly have a child who correctly uses words like "interfere" and "drastically" in his everyday speech.  ...

13 weeks. For a few weeks there, I have to be honest: blogging just wasn't doing it for me anymore.  I would sit down at the computer, stare at it, turn it off, and go lie down.  I would think to myself, "I should take a picture of that." and then not care enough to go get the camera.  I wasn't myself.  Blame the pregnancy, or blame one of the 4 illnesses I have had since I found out I was pregnant (sick much?).  But hopefully I'm past all that now.  I'm 13 weeks, and I have noticed my morning sickness is not as bad, and Lord-willing this week I will also be able to put this 4th illness (nasal congestion combined with a monster sore throat) behind me. We had company over for dinner last night, which did me a world of good.  It forced me to clean up, for one (!), but it also reminded me that I used to do this!  I used to make a coherent, nutritious dinner for my family and other people and invite them into my home.  It helped me to ...

Maybe you've noticed my lack of blog posts these last few weeks.  I have so much I'm behind on, and this blog is just one of those things. I keep meaning to take a few videos of Noah reading, reciting memory verses, singing, and just talking to me. I can't tell you how precious are the videos of him from past years.  I literally do forget what he was like and it's so much fun to go back and view his babyhood and toddler years.  I imagine it will be the same for his preschool years as well--I know one day I'll forget what Noah was like at 4 years old and it's important to me to remember. I have several books I wanted to write reviews about.  Recipes, too.  And my house?  Wow. I can't remember the last time I was this behind on cleaning. I feel like I'm behind on life in general.  I don't remember feeling this way during my last pregnancy; this watching life go by as a spectator who catches glimpses of it in between countless naps and sips of g...