The World's Worst Blogger

Yeah, I know that's me lately. I feel pathetic for even having a blog I so scarcely use, but I am determined not to quit writing. Thank you for staying along on the journey.


Peanut and Miss Belle are growing way too fast. Peanut talks more and more every day (and more and more and more and more). He is friends with anyone he meets and constantly wants to play hide and seek or tag. Most times I find him playing by himself he is creating some battle scene and making creatures fight each other. Growing up in a house full of girls, this always strikes me as odd and everything in me wants to make him "play nice". But, my husband assures me this is in a boy's nature and, as long as he isn't hurting anyone, I have to let him play the way boys play. Peanut constantly asks about Jesus, how he died on the cross for us, why people die, when will he die, how is God His father and most of all, when will he be big enough to take communion at church. Any circular object he finds he holds above his head and says the words of the consecration. I love how focused his little mind is at such a young age on the important things. Peanut has one of the most compassionate and caring hearts of any child I have seen. Although he is quick to push his sister at times, he also has an extreme awareness and concern for those around him. In public situations we often find him sitting back from the crowd by himself just staring at others and taking every thing in. Later he will ask us about every situation he witnessed. He loves stories and still has memories from when he was very young. He asks me to recount these stories often and never gets tired of hearing the same story over and over.

Miss Belle lost her baby look a few months ago and is now a little girl. Sometimes I look at her and think, "when did you grow up?" because I'm sure yesterday I was carrying her in my sling chasing Peanut around. It's sad how quickly that passed. She runs as fast as her brother, but trips a little more often. She is a girl with no fear and consequently seems to get hurt more often because of it. She snuggles and hugs often, but gets down from my lap as quickly as she got up. She has just started playing with dolls in the past two days, something I have been looking forward to seeing since she was born. She goes around strolling her baby, nursing her baby and patting her baby's back. She also screams when her brother takes her baby; a common response when she is upset that I hope she soon gives up. She has one of the strongest yet sweetest personalities in a child I have ever witnessed. You would just have to know her to know what I mean by that.

My husband and I will celebrate our 4 year anniversary tomorrow. Four years, two children and more blessings than I could ever imagine. I'm so glad God has chosen this life for me. I just hope I can be pleasing to Him in living it.