Monthly Archives: January 2010

burnt biscuits.

Many thanks to my wonderful sister for sending this to me. A, your timing was perfect, and you, too, have touched my life in many more ways than you’ll ever know and could ever imagine. I love you!

And now, I share with you the forward A sent to me on a gray day in January, “Burnt Biscuits.”

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.

I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said, “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.

He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!” You know, life is full of imperfect things … and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults – and choosing to celebrate each others differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And that’s my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship! Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your own.

God bless you … now and always. So please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine!

Please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life … I just did!


one word: explore.

Remember this? Well I’ve figured out just what my one word for 2010 will be.


That’s it.


Think about it for a moment.


Yes, for me, 2010 is about exploring. It’s about looking at who I am and who I want to be. This year is about figuring out the details, and working through how I can make those details best work in my situation.

(Heavens knows it hasn’t been easy so far … but it has been enlightening.)

It’s about cleaning out what doesn’t belong and inviting in what does.

So how exactly does one explore? That’s what I’m figuring out now – now that I have my word.


If you’ve read posts from the past few days, you already know that I’ve been exploring one particularly unflattering trait that I’m so good at – jealousy. As with any exploration, it isn’t easy, and change won’t happen overnight. No problem; I’m game.

Another thing I want to explore is time management. I thought I had a pretty good system pre-Peanut … but things are totally different now. The balance between work, Lily-time (Which is my #1 priority and desire!), chores, family/friends, and me-time is so, so, so difficult. I’m hoping to find a happy medium this year.

I have a few other things on my list, but I don’t want to leave you hanging later on. Instead, I’ll keep you updated on my quest – I’ll share the ups and downs.


It’s going to be a great year!


Yep, it’s true.

Our baby girl is standing!

I was looking for something upstairs last night, so I took Lily up with me and put her in her crib with some toys – she could play, I could look – all was right.

Until I looked over and she was …


I watched her do it half a dozen or so more times last night – she used the round rail on the very top/front of her crib to pull herself up and stay upright.

I’ll get pictures this weekend; I was in total shock and didn’t even think to grab the camera last night.

Standing. She’s standing.

Sheesh …

big girl.

I did it. I clicked, “Proceed to Checkout,” and then continued on and clicked, “Place your order.” Oh my.

Oh. My.

Here’s what happened …

Last Friday afternoon I picked Lily up, loaded her in the car, and we were on our way home. Before we could even get to the top of the street, I hear her car seat thrashing around in the back seat. Yes, she was making it bounce up and down by pushing on the back of the seat with her feet. Not good.

I immediately called my mom, who broke the news to me:  it’s time for a big girl car seat. Oh heavens, I wasn’t prepared for this.

You see, I was under the impression that our little girl would be in her infant car seat until she was 1. Yeah, I win the mom of the year award for not knowing that she goes in a convertible car seat – facing backwards, still – as soon as she’s outgrown the infant car seat. Not at age 1. Uh huh, no gold star for me. I’m an idiot, I guess.

Anyway, I did some research this week, checked out various brands and models, and made my decision. And once the decision was made last night, I placed my order … and it was not easy.

Our little girl isn’t so little anymore. I know it’s a funny time to get one of those feelings, – I mean, over a car seat, for Pete’s sake (Who’s Pete, anyway?) – but it happened. She’s sitting in the cart at the grocery store and eating from a high chair at restaurants. She feeds herself and drinks from a cup without help.

Um, what happened to my baby?

Yes, I know … she’s still a baby. But in a way, she’s not. Yes, she’s still highly dependent on us, but she’s also gaining more and more of her independence every day. I love to watch her learn and grow, but at the same time, it’s rather bittersweet. It’s happy, and it’s sad.

The new car seats are slated to arrive on Monday, and that will likely be another heartbreaking evening as I swap out the bases in both cars for real, no turning back, big girl car seats. Until that moment comes, I’m savoring every minute of her in the infant car seat. I know it’s silly, but I’m hanging on to this thread until the very end.

And the end is very, very near …


She loves the wheels on things …


… and loves hanging out with Cody! (Cody, on the other hand, isn’t so crazy about the hair pulling, tail yanking, foot scratching that goes on when they’re together!)


At the chaotic train show …



… and eating, which she’s doing so well with now!


That’s what we’ve been up to – how about you?







I have a confession to make. I’m addicted to …
I’m addicted to …
to …
okay, I’m addicted to these!!!


See them there! It’s January 27th, and I’ve had my first Cadbury Egg sighting!

IMG00224e1 Oh.

Now, the tradition goes like this. The first time I see them each year, I buy 3. So guess what!? I have 3 Cadbury Eggs in my possession, and I can’t wait to taste the first one!

I don’t know what it is about these overly-sweet, calorie-laden eggs that gets me every year, but it’s my indulgence. It’s because of these eggs that I cannot give up chocolate for Lent. I’m serious.

Please tell me you’ve got a similar ridiculous indulgence?