Enough to make a momma's heart melt

I love my guys. I love books.

I really love my guys reading books.

Especially when my boy who isn't a baby anymore looks babyish in a onesie.

I'll laugh about this one day, but you can laugh about it now.

You know the saying "it could be worse." As in, "it's been a bad day, but it could be worse." Well, I have a new one.

It's been a bad day, but at least a cat didn't pee in my face.

Oh, wait.

That did happen to me today. (And it wasn't just a little bit.)

I'll tell you the story once it's mellowed enough for me to be able to laugh at it. (And, yes, after I typed that, "if it's yellow, let it mellow" did cross my mind. No pun intended, but unintentional puns are fun. And rhymy.)

For now, you can laugh.

I'm going to go shower.

Again.

So, how's your day been?

Who needs...

...anything fancy to play dress up? Just take one of your mom's shirts out of the laundry pile from the nice stack of sorted and put-away clothing (okay, the text that's crossed out might be more accurate), and you're good to go!

And watch out for photobombs from a certain little guy. He's notorious for them.

A nice dose of encouragement

Liver problems due to medication. Joint problems when I have to stop that medication. Medication confusion for my neuro supplement (which was resolved with my doc agreeing I shouldn't take the generic). Broken foot from a silly accident.

Yep, I’ve been in need of encouragement lately. God has been faithful to provide that through His Word, prayer, and friends.

And I have been encouraged by The One Year Book of Encouragement by Harold Myra as well. It has 365 stories from great models of faith – C.S. Lewis, Billy Graham, D.L. Moody, Henri Nouwen, Charles Spurgeon, Amy Carmichael, and Gary Thomas, to name a few – followed by a brief prayer and a verse to reflect upon. At first I wasn’t sure I liked that format, but – because the prayer and verse are the last things I read – I walk away mediating on that verse and continuing that prayer silently. That works better for me than ones that begin with the verse and leaving me thinking about the story instead of the Word of God.

I’m not ashamed to admit that this is my new bathroom book. (C’mon, admit it. You have bathroom books too. And if you don’t, I truly think you’re missing out on some good reading time.) I used to have a Moravian devotion there, but it’s time for a switch.

I hope the folks at Tyndale House don’t mind that their book is in my bathroom. Its proximity to the toilet is in no way a reflection of my opinion of the book, and I am thankful that they provided it for my honest review.

AWANA patriotic night

Or...

Alternate title 1: The one in which we still haven't moved our pile of wood from part of the tree falling.

or Alternate title 2: The one that explains why the gym childcare worker asked yesterday - a week and a half after patriotic night - if Jocelyn's hair was turning a little red. (Um, no. The dye just hasn't come off her scalp yet.)

(Don't you love the last one? Silly faces, plus a photobomb from the little dude. Good times.)