What happens when you go to church hungry...

We have a Saturday night church service where we serve refreshments and one of the most popular items on the "menu" are these cheese balls we get from Sam's. They're like cheetos only with even less recognizable ingredients - but man are they good -- like the kind of good where you can't stop eating them ... so as I was not-stopping-eating them I thought...

"If I got to choose how I would die, I think it would be eating these to death ... or maybe donuts --- boy do I love donuts! Wouldn't it be awesome if we knew that Jesus was coming back tomorrow and so we could just spend today eating anything and as much of everything we ever wanted."

Did I mention that I was at church thinking these thoughts? yikes! so then I figured I should start thinking about evangelism and stuff and how if I knew that Jesus was coming back tomorrow I should share the Gospel with everyone I could find ... but maybe do so w/ a donut in hand???

Ug! WHAT IS MY DEAL?

Okay, pals, I don't know why I haven't been much into blogging the past couple of months -- its not that our lives aren't totally entertaining and important and worth writing/reading about. I've just found myself pretty apathetic toward the ol' blogger lately. I've even considered quitting my blog or at least taking a sabbatical of sorts, but today I opened this guy up, read a few posts and remembered how hilarious I am and that I should stop withholding this gift from my readers -- so here's my attempt to get back into the swing of things (yeah, not that much of an effort I realize -- but still...) My goal is to have Christmas recapped by Valentine's Day - and then maybe be fully caught up by March or so -- and then who knows, maybe I'll start blogging about the future!

Carson at 15 months

There's a little animal roaming our house these days, and I don't mean Wrigley .... and I also don't mean we have a pest-control problem. Carson is non-stop. He spends most of his time taking laps around the house -- going from one room to the other looking for treasures and good places to stash them.

He is really verbal -- constant dialogue and babble. His favorite words/phrases:
- Ball, or baaaaaaa-aaaaaall (if he's really excited)
- What's that?
- Bigyaball (means basketball)
- mama and dada (interestingly, he refers to both me and himself as "mama")
- various animals and their noises
- and a few names of people: Matt, Mamy (Miss Amy, his teacher), Nonna (Miss Donna our Children's Dir. at church)
- Veggie Tales (his version, at least)
- oh and "Bible" -- they taught him a song in KK

He is completely obsessed (and I'm not exaggerating) with balls. Every time he sees something round he shouts out, "BALL". Target is one of his favorite stores b/c of the big red balls outside -- he always tries to pick them up. He loves to throw balls (and actually has a really good arm). In fact when he throws his food across the dinner table, its sometimes hard to reprimand ... dan and I look at each other w/ raised eyebrows and whisper, "that was a good throw", and then try to tell him "no" without laughing.

His preferred methods of greeting others:
- high five
- kiss
- a good, old-fashioned head bump

Physically, He's really tall and skinny and those cheeks that I used to kiss for hours have disappeared :( His head is big and round (when he sees pictures of himself he says, "ball" ... or "mama" of course.)

His general disposition is awesome -- he's happy and playful about 99% of the time. The rest of the time is filled w/ short-lived tantrums that are breezy to snap him out of.

Oh and I should mention that he usually sleeps until 8:30 every morning. My friend Courtney put it best this week when she said, "I think he's the perfect son for you". What a gift from God Carson is every moment!

... and speaking of tantrum - gotta go.

The Christmas Card we never sent

I don't know what to say: blogging and sending Christmas cards got dropped from the priority list this month. whah! (I suppose I should add "working out" to that as well.) What good is a New Year's Resolution if you're already doing everything you know you should -- save it 'til 2010 has been my motto this December!

Daniel's Love Language

"Hey, babe. I've got a Running Back for you."
These were the words I heard upon answering my husband's phone call on Monday. I had been suffering from some weirdo allergies all weekend and was at the store picking up meds the Dr. had ordered, so you can imagine my surprise, because what I was expecting to hear was, "Hello, my darling. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"
I was a little upset at first, but then realized we were once again caught speaking different languages. It's not that my husband is inconsiderate and oblivious to my needs -- I did, in fact, need a Running Back ... for my Fantasy Football team which has turned into the suckiest bunch of suckers that ever sucked (pardon my french). And Daniel truly had me on his heart as he was looking through our league's waivers and free agents.
So, I appreciated the gesture, though when it came down to it, I honestly couldn't have cared less about the RB (some guy named Rock and I don't even know what team he plays for, but at least I finally dumped Owen Daniels who is out for the season -- ug!) However, my man loves me in his own, blog-worthy way. And by the end of the phone conversation I was able to translate his call into more appropriate lovey-dovey talk in my head :)

why is he being so quiet?

So God knew mommies couldn't keep an eye on their kiddos 24/7, so he programmed the rascals w/ an automatic "quiet" reflex when they're up to something. Thus, giving us mommies the clearest of warnings that it's time to go see what's happening in the other room. And so it went around 9am as I was getting ready to take him to the park. I tip-toed to the living room (mommies are master sneakers) expecting to find marker on the walls, the couches on fire, and C stripped down to his diaper, covered in war paint, riding Wrigley around the house. But no -- there was my darling, proving himself to be a son after his mother's own heart, standing at the coffee table, drinking what was left of my morning cup of joe!

Quick run through of my thoughts:
- hooray, nothings broken (oh and he's safe)
- hooray, my son likes coffee
- oh no, my baby is drinking coffee!
- he's getting really good at drinking from a cup
- I should blog about this!

Now as perfect in every way that my husband is, he doesn't like coffee (big strike, I know, but it wasn't a deal killer). So seeing this kind of promise in my 13mo old warms my heart - it really does. Maybe next time when it gets really quiet in the room next door, I'll walk in and find him folding laundry!

Carson's Class

This is a picture from Pumpkin Patch Day of Carson's Kingdom Kids class. KK is basically Mother's Day Out, and C goes 2 days a week. His involvement has been such a blessing and we really love everything about it -- especially his teachers (Miss Elaine and Miss Amy). I'd say Carson's favorite part of the day is being dropped off b/c they feed him a snack right away :)
In other news, this picture cracks me up. I wonder what noise they were making to get all the kids to look up with those "what's that?" expressions!