Jameson is over 13.5 pounds. Amazing! His cheeks are round and firm, his legs are beginning to show signs of chubbiness, and his wrists are increasingly just rolls! Along with getting bigger, he’s also getting older. His eyes are bright and clear (and a beautiful dark blue, just like his daddy and Aunt Julia). They […]
Elisabeth Eliott writes this about Titus 2.3-5:
“It would help younger women to know there are a few listening ears when they don’t know what to do with an uncommunicative husband, a 25-pound turkey, or a two-year-old’s tantrum.
It is doubtful that the Apostle Paul had in mind Bible classes or seminars or books when he spoke […]
Ever have those days where you wonder, Am I missing it? Am I living in the perfect will of God — or has my living sacrifice squirmed off the altar once again? I see that red flag and decide to make it an opportunity for realignment.
The amazing thing to me is that, even though I […]
He’s growing fast… and I love every minute with him!
This story originally appeared in Sports Illustrated, by Rick Reilly. It’s amazing. Make sure you read the story in its entirety before watching the video. (hat-tip)
I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.
But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.
Eighty-five […]
It’s after 11:30, and all mamas should be in bed.
But Baby is wide awake, laying on the couch cushion next to me, staring at…the glow of the lamp on the couch’s upholstery?…and practicing his froggy kicks.
Oh dear. I wish he thought it was bedtime, too!
:)
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: My name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. (Oh, and I'm 34 weeks pregnant---only 41 days until my due date on October 20, 2008!)My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I'm the oldest of 9 kids--and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They're actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I've joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been "leaving-and-cleaving" for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you'll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too--hundreds of them--should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I'm a stay at home mom who is redefining that title--I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil' ol' town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband's encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, "He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,...", and sometimes, that's all a wife needs.
What? You didn't hear these numbers on the evening news? Huh. Fancy that.
A read recommended by Brietta. Informative, helpful, and delves a bit into how our immune systems work, which is a question I'm always coming back to. Forget autism for a moment; how did God design our bodies to work, and do current vaccinations actually take that design into consideration?
God intends for us to be fully invested -- and in Him, fulfilled -- in every season of our lives. This is a great post touching on that idea. (And if you like this post, then read The Hidden Art of Homemaking. For sure.)
Well, now, there's a surprise. [ht: Carole]
"Babies had become the...enemy of sex."
