Bringing Home a Baby Bumble Bee, Won't My Momma Be So Proud of Me?

So, Basil had another run in with a stinging insect. He ran swiftly and quietly past me into the house and into the back room, shutting the door. I noticed a bee angrily wriggling on the porch where he had been working and imediately knew what had taken place.

Now he is officially a little boy, bee stung thumb and all. The funniest thing is that he didn't cry and didn't want me to look at it. Later, in the car, on route to the arboretum, he was asking detailed questions about Jesus' crown of thorns and did it hurt. He happily concluded (mostly on his own, surprisingly) that since Jesus had "healed himself" and had risen from the dead, that Jesus was healing his thumb, too.

How's that for carseat theology?

Pregnancy Ticker

If you scroll down to the very bottom of this page, you'll see a new addition. This is mainly so I can keep track of where I am and also because I thought it was kinda cool. The developmental bits on the bottom are interesting as well.

Older and Wiser

Maybe it's my generation, maybe it's human nature, maybe it's just me...

But I have had trouble picking the brains of veteran parents. I don't know why. Maybe I trust in my own ideas too much. Maybe I trust what I read too much. Maybe I'm intimidated. Maybe I forget to field the neccessary questions. Maybe I'm afraid they'll think I'm doing it all wrong.

Whatever it is, I think it's driven by my own pride and fear.

I've decided to question the heck out of those whose kids have chosen to stick around at church through college and adulthood, those whose teenage boys aren't afraid to put their arm around dad in public, those who have loved and lived, and struggled along many miles of the road I am just stepping onto.

Why not? It seems foolish to ignore the wealth of wisdom surrounding me. So here I go.

At Long Last

Firstly, the big news...30 some weeks, there will be five of us. This was a bit shocking but we are so happy to have a new chubby blessing on the way. Learning to trust in God's sovreignty seems to be easier when you have less control. Your prayers for a safe pregnancy and healthy baby would be greatly appreciated.

This photo is of one day old Basil, by the way.

And yes, baby boys grow into bigger boys. And let me tell you, three is a lot different than two :) This photo is from his birthday beach day. We had a great time.


My dad buried a treasure for B to dig up at the beach "crab" party. The tide finally went out enough for some good exploration and B got lots of big boy gifts, although he cried when we started singing to him, he was embarrassed.

Little sister had fun in the big sandbox.










Especially with the other girls...from left to right, Juliana, Salome, Katherine

That's all for now...hope you have a nice weekend :)

Where Oh Where Have I Been?

Busy and unbloggy...fear not, all is well. More to come soon.