My little helper

Sometimes it's hard for me to remember what it was like to do household chores without the constant help of Peter Robert.

He loves vacuuming,

never misses laundry day,

and helps me make sure all the groceries are properly put away.

I love him, and he knows it.

Fill that quiver

I want to share something that has really encouraged me.

I was talking to a friend the other day and she told me "I couldn't have kids yet, I'm too selfish still!" And I felt again that surge of panic that I have whenever someone says something like that, or something along those lines. I think - yikes, I'm still pretty darn selfish - should I have had a baby? Should I even consider another? Am I being fair?

Yesterday I read something that once again got me on track.

"Remember: God doesn't call the equipped, he equips the called."


Phewf - God is in control here. He is asking me to be holy, unselfish and good. But He's going to give me the tools to do it. And if He is calling me to be a mother (seems fairly obvious at this point...) then he is going to equip me with the tools I need to be a good mother if I ask for His help.

This psalm was in the same article I read:

Psalm 127:Like arrows in the hands of a warrior 
Are sons born in one's youth.
 Blessed is the man Whose quiver is full of them.
 They will not be put to shame 
When they contend with their enemies in the gate

He looks a little bit more like the Pillsbury Dough boy then like an arrow...but you get the point.

Dogs aren't babies, face it

Where we live, people are very fond of their dogs. A man who lives down the street, for instance, carries his dog in a baby carrier that looks exactly like our baby Bjorn. There is a doggy daycare two roads over, where dedicated owners will drop off their dog for the day while they go to work. I checked out the website. They encourage things such as "positive social interactions in a cageless environment." (But of course, who would dream of putting a dog in a cage  for goodness sakes.)

I told Peter to "settle", and he was completely outraged

I was walking with Peter the other day and a man was coming at us from the other direction with his dog. I assumed we had the right of way on the sidewalk (baby trumps dog, sir), but I got an angry hip-pop and a glare because he had to move his precious pooch off the sidewalk. I like dogs myself, and hope to have one at some point when we have some land, but I think we have to draw the line somewhere in the whole dogs=babies thing.

Today in Trader Joe's, I heard a mother repeatedly tell her young son to "Settle". I kid you not.

I wonder what kind of instructions the family dog receives? "set the table"?

But then quickly remembered he doesn't listen to me anyways. :)

Beating up Daddy

He's little - but he's not scared.

Sneak attack!

NBD - no big deal

Blonde moment

Note to self - check dimensions before ordering products online.

A cheese grater - for the next time we cook for 250 people