Keeping it Real Friday

I pulled the plug.  I went private.  I even went private before inviting any readers.  Imagine the love I felt when I received emails from concerned (angry?) readers.  Love you, too, Nan.

There are situations and people in our lives that are out of our control and doing something simple, like making my blog private, will calm some of my anxiety.

I know that's pretty broad.

I love blogging and find it very therapeutic.  Hope you all stick it out with me. 

I was going to blog about the current state of our house - and I still will - but my sweet child changed that for me. 

Have you all been praying for me ever since I posted about my wild child? I gotta say, I think it's working.

sweet and innocent

He has been sweet for two days.  Sweeeet.  Busy and wild? Yes, but SWEET. 

Wednesday night after his bath, he said "I read bible, mama" and got his little storybook Bible.  He came back, sat in my lap, opened it up and said "Jesus loves me".

I almost died.

I mean, I almost checked his temperature first, for surely this isn't my child, but I seriously almost died of sweetness.

Then yesterday, after a super rough and emotional afternoon, he was seriously precious.  We dropped him off with my parents at chick-fil-a for a while to play while we went to test drive a car, so maybe I didn't witness his wildness on the play area.  But, only the way home he is adorable.  Kept saying "hold my hand, mama daddy".

So we literally all three held hands riding from Starkville to Columbus.  I am sure we looked special.

When we got home and it was time for his bath, I said "Jones, time to take a shower" (yes, he showers with Trey sometimes) "Go get your bath cloth" and he responded with "OK I will" and then did it, y'all. Seriously. No fights.

I almost cried.


After his bath he sat with me for.....wait for it....THIRTY MINUTES while we watched his favorite show Little Bear.  And he held my hand the whole time.


Trey had to remind me that he had to go to bed.  I rocked him forever.  He played with my hair.  I died again.

Seriously.  He is wild and sometimes drives me bananas, but moments and days like these make me melt.  I am going to make it through age two after all.



And here is one more real thing to keep us going through the weekend:

"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking in anything." - James: 2-4

Hooray for the weekend, y'all.