A little word

Psalm 42: 5 - 6
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.

Psalm 62: 5 - 7
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him

He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.

My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.

I wanted to share just in case anyone else was feeling out of sorts and in need of some encouragement.

Rules for Sippie Cups

I know that I'm known as being "particular" when people are being polite or "anal" when people are being truthful. And I'm okay with that, it is who I am. With that said, I realized today that I have a rule for sippie cups. Yes, I'm absolutely being serious. You see, the lids absolutely can't match the cup. They have to be different colors like so:
Under no circumstances should the lid and cup match. I can't even tell you how bad it hurt to take this next picture:
I find myself organizing the cups and lids as I'm taking them out of the dishwasher to make sure I don't end up with a match. If I do, I figure out what lids need to be changed.

My world is slightly insane. I'm not afraid to admit it. However, I know you have "rules" too. What are you particular about?

The Death Star

Conversation between Luke and me:

Luke: What did you do at work today?
Me: I had some meetings, answered some emails,
Luke: Why?
Me: Because people asked me questions.
Luke: What type of questions?
Me: Well, questions about getting into a Bible study.
Luke: About Star Wars?
Me: No

Once I said no to Star Wars, he quickly changed topics. No more chatting about my work. Apparently, if I don't work on the Death Star and report to Darth Vader, my job isn't worth talking about. You have to love the three year old mind :)

I need a wife...

Working full-time, new baby, little boy, husband, household to manage.... Man, I'm tired.
I've been thinking it would be great if I had a wife. She could do budgeting, run to the post office and dry cleaners, do the laundry, and etc. It would really make my life easier. However, Dan says a wife is more trouble then she is worth. Since he has 14 years of experience with having a wife, I might want to heed his warning :)

My baby boy is 3

We celebrated Luke's birthday today and I can't believe he is three. He is no longer a baby and definitely not a toddler. He is a little boy. Here are some pics from the family celebration:

Theme: Star Wars

Star Wars cake from Cold Stone

Luke enjoying his cake

Luke enjoying a laugh with Grandma

Fabuloso!

Which is how my house smells after using this fine cleaning product :) Fabuloso!! It is so fun to say and smells good. Yeah!! It's the little things that give my joy :)

Mr. Independent

I'm noticing a shift in Luke and how he is interacting with the world around him. He has always been pretty independent but he is becoming even more so. Here are few incidents that have caught my attention lately.
Luke has started to use his potty without me asking and without him telling me he needs to go to bathroom. Yeah!! He likes to be alone and have the door closed for privacy. He would also like to empty his potty into the toilet and flush it but this scares me for obvious reasons.

One night he took his pull-up off, placed it on top of his changing table and tried to put on a new one. At first, I was baffled by this activity. However, I quickly learned he had done number 2 in the removed pull-up. I was proud, yet, horrified all at the same time.

After he finished coloring, he tried to drag the kitchen chair over to the cabinet to put away his coloring book and crayons.

And this morning, he got my keys, went to the garage, opened the garage door, went out to the Taurus and tried to unlock it. I'm pretty sure his intent was to drive the car since he often gets upset with us because we won't let him drive. We are mean and horrible parents who will be making sure to put up the safety gate each morning ;)

Having Maddie highlights what a big boy Luke is now and how much he has developed over the past three years. I can hardly remember the time when Luke just laid on the floor and kicked around on a blanket. He is a funny little boy and I love him a ton!!