Today, I passed a man who was driving with one hand on his phone and one hand sticking out of his sunroof.
And that leaves WHICH HAND for driving?!?
I'm thinking that the steering wheel should not be considered a hands-free device.
It's First Holy Communion season! Over the next few weeks, seven of my friends' children will be receiving Our Lord for the first time, and I just realized that all but one of them are boys.
When Francie made her First Holy Communion, it seemed like it was an all girls club. I think it's funny how the genders run in cycles like that.
Can I ask you to pray for a friend of mine who lost her baby granddaughter shortly after the baby's birth? They are devastated by the baby's sudden and unexpected death, so a little prayer for the family's peace and consolation would go a long way. Thank you, my friends.
I think I need a new bathroom scale.
I've been making some changes to my diet and exercise lately, and I've been fairly pleased by my progress so far. Even though Rob has told me that he thinks the scale is off, I continued to use it.
And then I got on the scale this week, and it said I gained FIVE POUNDS during a one week period.
Now, I am quite capable of putting on five pounds in a week, as shameful as that sounds, but I know that is not the case in this situation.
How do I know? Mostly because I have been RUNNING on the treadmill every.stinking.day. and I have not rewarded my efforts with ANY Easter candy. I have not been this disciplined around chocolate since infancy, people.
Also? All my clothes still fit well, with some of them being a smidge too big. If I had gained five pounds in a week, I doubt my pants would feel loose.
Plus, Rob's weight is wrong, which is the smoking gun.
It feels good to be able to blame the wrong weight on the scale. Legitimately, for once.
Bun has been giving me kisses for a while now. I'll ask him for a kiss, and he will come at me with a big, sloppy baby mouth. Messy, but sweet.
For the past few days, when I've asked for a kiss, he has come at me with the open mouth, and then unexpectedly chomped down on some tender part of my face.
Razor baby teeth + sensitive, normally unbitten facial skin =
Methinks I'll have to get my kisses elsewhere until the teething abates.
I think I have a little family crush on the Duggars. You know, the Family of a Thousand Children.
Okay, not a thousand, just eighteen.
I've caught a few of their specials on TLC, and I've also read interviews with them and excerpts from their book, which I always find more telling and more indicative of personality than the super-edited soundbites which comprise much of what we call "news" programs today. (A whole other subject, don't get me started!)
Here's what I like, and why I think they have captured my attention more than the seventy three other "plus-sized" families that make up TLC programming these days:
They are unapologetic. They happily state that they left their family size to the Lord, and they feel blessed by Him.
Many shows that feature large families make sure to point out that they never planned on having so many kids, it was an accident of fertility treatments, and if they had the option to choose, they would have had only a few kids.
The Duggars respectfully asked God to Bring. It. And He did.
The children are obviously a delight to them. They are cherished, and they know it. They have a warm, loving, safe home, plenty of clothes and food, and more company than you can shake a stick at.
I don't pretend that having eighteen children is the right choice for everyone. In fact, I dare say that it isn't the right choice for many people, myself included.
But for those who feel called, and who are able, emotionally, spiritually, physically, financially, to take care of so many children, then God bless them.
I have nothing for #7. The lameness, it is overwhelming.
And on that note, enjoy the weekend, my friends!