Wednesday, April 20, 2011

bff time.

The other day the bff came up to spend the day with us. When BG woke up from her morning nap and we packed up and headed down to the pool for the afternoon. We let BG splash around in the freezing cold water until none of us could feel our legs, float in her little float for the ten seconds she would sit still, and at ChickFila out in the sun.



It was perfection.

After a short nap, we hit the road to head up to the mall where AP gave me a makeover at the MAC station. Super fun and pretty expensive... Nice. After the grown up make-up time, we hit up the frozen yogurt place and then took BG to her favorite place in the mall..



She will play in these things for hours. She loves them. And she has basically zero fear and does not care that everyone else there is bigger than her. She will bowl right through them. I'm so proud.

We headed back towards home way after bedtime but stopped for Mexican food anyway. We figured it was a "Girl's Night" so she could totally stay up and hang with the big girls.

And girl was ready to party! Check out these sweet moves to the loud dance music. She cracks me up!


I'm pretty sure she already has better rhythm than this girl.

The next day, AP had to pack up and leave pretty early and I fell into a post bff visit depression. Sigh.. Thankfully I think BG was pretty bummed out to see Aunt AP go too as we spent a quiet day lazing around..

We miss you already AP!!!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

life this side of one.

I've never been a huge fan of the term "terrible two's". It's just a bad description in my book. Plus, saying two would imply that it doesn't happen until year two and from what I'm experiencing currently with BG, that is so not the case.

I've said before that I haven't really been sad as she's gotten older and gone from being my little newborn to a toddler. Each phase has been so much fun and she's such a cool kid that I'm loving watching her grow and learn.

But...

This current phase is kicking my tail.

BG is becoming a fiercely independent little creature. She doesn't want to be held (unless she comes to you for that), she doesn't want her diaper changed (or she just enjoys being hog tied in order for me to do so), she doesn't want help eating (if she eats); it's like the smallest little thing becomes an epic battle.

And y'all.. she's ONE.

At the end of the day, I don't know whether to fall on the couch out of sheer exhaustion, go to bed to psyche myself up to do it all over the next day, or grab a bottle of wine and sob over it. Not even kidding. I am worn out.

A phone conversation with a good friend made me feel a bit better when she reminded me that they all do this, and so far no parent has fallen over dead and some even have another child. This is normal. Freaking hard, but normal.

BG isn't walking yet. From what her pediatrician told me, he thinks this a confidence issue with her and not a "not ready" issue. She's at the point where she wants to walk everywhere. Every. Where. When she can't walk, ie: when I don't have hands to hold on to her hands with, she loses it. We're talking full on tantrum where she's red faced and I'm pitting out like I just ran a marathon as I try to get the heck out of dodge with a quickness. Fun right?

Because while I am of the mindset that you ignore a tantrum, you can't do that when you're surrounded by people. Or you could, but they might stone you. Not worth it.

My baby is growing up. The screams, the tears, the throwing herself on the floor (I kid you not), the lack of cuddles, they all point to that fact. Le sigh...

And while life on this side of one is, ahem, a tad difficult, it is just a phase.

Must find patience...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

ice-cream Sunday

You like what I did there?

I'm so funny. Har de har har.

Last week, Mr. P and I introduced BG to her very first Dirt Sundae. Somehow Mr. P had zero clue what that was (hello? did you have a childhood?!), but I remember loving them so I couldn't wait to let BG try one.


It was a raging mess success.




So today after church, I made a little stop for another sundae since I BG had a big 'ol hankering for some ice cream. I just stripped her down and let her eat it on the porch to avoid the clean up. Then I let the dogs lick her clean to avoid the bath.


Kidding... maybe.





Looks like someone got Mama's sweet tooth.

church.

Let's talk about church shall we?

This isn't the post where I berate you if you don't go, or judge you for what you do or don't believe. It's the post where I put out there just how much my heart aches for my church. Where I tell you that the search for a new church in SC is beating me down.

And that I am bummed out.

Mr. P and I have been married almost six years. We both come from church families and both are very emphatic about raising our children in a church. However, we both come very different types of churches and both like different things about church. Being as that is the case, in the time we've been married, in the four cities we've lived in, we've found one church we both loved.

One.

In Myrtle Beach we didn't go to church. I honestly cannot even remember visiting a church the entire three months we lived there. Oops. In Missouri we tried lots of churches. Nada. Nothing meshed with both of us. We were close to picking one when we moved to Savannah. We were in Savannah for almost two years before we became members of a church. We were baptized in that church and decided to raise our children there.

It had everything. The preaching was stellar. The people were nice. We trusted who we dropped our child off with each Sunday. We liked our Sunday School class. We liked the music (even if our music minister made me laugh hysterically with his antics). It wasn't too big, wasn't too small. It had a great mix of people. It had people in jeans, but more people in dress clothes. It's sole purpose was to share the love of God and it got that message across.

Man.. I miss that church.

But we're not there anymore. Which is fine because I do believe that we are right where we're supposed to be, but is also frustrating because our home church left a huge whole to fill.

I'm from the mindset that a believer must go to church. Actually, that's not a mindset, that's the way it is. I'm not stating that to cause a ruckus but church is important. In order for one to maintain their personal walk with Christ, they need church. It's true. I feed off of church. It gives me what I need to get through the week. I need church. Of course every person has things about church that are important to them (obviously the most important is bringing people to Christ, I'm just going beyond that). To me, I need a preacher who preaches the Word. I need references to Scripture. I don't want things sugarcoated. I want a sermon that makes people uncomfortable. I want a Heaven/Hell sermon.

I want an invitation time. A time to reflect on what you just heard. A time to pray over the message and the coming week.

I need good music. I'm not a hymnal fan (sorry). While I don't mind singing the old hymn's, I also love a good praise and worship tune. Music gets me ready for worship. Music moves me outside of church, of course it would do the same within. I like tearing up when I feel the Spirit move me during a song.

I believe church is a more formal event. **This could step on toes so tread lightly** I loathe cutoff jeans, short shorts, t-shirts, flip flops, etc. at church. I will NOT be a person you see wearing any of the above to Sunday service (obviously I mean Sunday morning). When I was growing up, you put on your church clothes and got cleaned up for church. You wanted to look your best. It's a respect thing.

Now I realize that I'm of the old way of thinking on that one. That I will most definitely be outnumbered on that thought. I realize there are churches that pride themselves on being the kind of church that you don't have to dress up for. And that I FINE WITH ME. Say it again, it's fine with me, but I will not do it.

All that to say, we're having a hard time finding a church that meshes all of that into one. We've been attending a "mega church" out here and I love the preaching. I look past the fact that the preacher preaches in t-shirts and jeans (my stars!) because he is an amazing speaker. The music is awesome (although sometimes I feel like I'm at a concert with one girl on the mic all the time...), but, it is humongous. I guess I should've stated this with my want list, but I want a church with community. I want people to say "Hi, PI! when I walk by. To remember BG from infancy up and watch her grow. I want to know who I'm leaving her with on Sunday. That's not possible in this church. Seriously, it's humongous.

As I tried to get out of the parking lot this morning, I got cut off by a girl in a black car who then proceeded to flick her cigarette butt back at me as she glared back over her shoulder at me. That did it for me. As I thought about cutting her (on the main street duh, not in the church parking lot), I realized that wasn't home. That's not my church. Sigh...

So back to the grindstone. Back to trying out churches where some are too formal and some too informal. Back to a different church every Sunday morning. Back to finding one that we "mesh" with.

Anyone want to start a Home Church SC version please?!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Saturday Morning Scene

We're linking up again with Katie from Loves of Life to show you our morning scene. You know what I love about morning time?

Waking up to this face.


Le sigh.. Don't you wish everyone woke up this happy?!

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