Baby Update #6

How far along: 29 weeks and measuring 29 weeks 

Baby Bump: You better believe it. And that bump has spread to my rear end and thighs. Weird, because I thought a baby grew in my belly? 🙂

Maternity Clothes: Absolutely.

Total Weight Gain: +10 lbs. None since my last visit in March. Yay!!! Now that I’m in my 3rd trimester though, I’m fully expecting my weight gain to increase.

Cravings: really really really cold milk and water

Food that nearly makes me vomit when I think about it: Anything that may cause indigestion…which is basically everything.

Symptoms: Indigestion, indigestion, and more indigestion…and as a result of all that indigestion, a lot of manly burps. Yep. Lady-like would NOT be a fitting word to describe me right now.

Sleep: I have discovered that if I eat a bland dinner no later than 5 (to decrease the chance of indigestion) and use lavender lotion at night in combination with sleepy herbal tea, I average about 2 good nights of sleep per week (minus the constant bathroom interruptions).

Movement: Yes! He’s an octopus. I can feel him kicking/punching my sternum and hips at the same time, then he must do spins and twists because my entire belly looks like it’s having convulsions.

Gender: It’s a boy! Scott is his name. And let’s just go ahead and nip this in the bud: I’m not ok with calling him Scotty.

Belly button in or out: In

What I miss: Not getting exhausted after doing something so simple: like walking up a half flight of stairs.

Best Moment: Putting the crib together!

Biggest Challenge: Getting through the day on very little sleep

When God calls you to go but stay where you are

The best time to blog? While your child is captivated by the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular mid-April.

So, while I am singing along to the “Twelve Days of Christmas” and wishing my legs were as sculpted as these dancers and I was a bit taller so my love handles would stretch out (like my mother always said would happen…only I never got taller), I’m also going to write on a topic slightly more important. That is, until the Rockettes do the tin soldier dance. I told Lily the very first time we watched this that that particular dance was my favorite and she DEMANDS that I watch it with her every time. I’ll have to take a break from writing to give my full attention to the TV.

Not much changed in my life growing up. I moved once and it was only down the street and I was barely a year. I have such fond memories of that house. JOKE. I went to the same church, school, and basically had the same friends through high school. Things were pretty much predictable.

But when Brent walked into my life I’m pretty sure he unknowingly brought a big suitcase of change with him because that’s ALL we’ve known since his senior year in college. We’ve been unpacking that change ever since. Some of the change has been fabulous and some has been just stinky. Either way, we’ve had to adapt many times to different things and learn quickly how to deal with it. And the bottom line is that God has been faithful every time. Without a doubt. We face change with the attitude that it is just another opportunity for God to write more of our testimony because we know He will always show up with good plans.

On October 12, 2011 we were pretty ready for something to change. The only reason I know this date is because it is written in my Bible. Under the date I wrote “our ‘yes’ is on the table.” Johnny Hunt was speaking at our church on this particular date. What is odd to me is that my notes from his sermon are written on some blank space on a page in 1 Corinthians, while the date is written in Acts 1.  I have not a clue why I wrote them in separate places.  It doesn’t matter why I did what I did, what matters is what God showed me today in what seems like a very unimportant detail. I’ll get back to this…

Ever since that day in October, I have FULLY expected the Lord to call us to radically change our lives for His glory…as in, call us to move across the ocean to be on mission to make disciples. I’m a dreamer, y’all, a BIG one, and seem to long for the biggest change in my life possible (the good kind of change).  I mean, that’s the next step right? We’ve said yes to whatever He wants in our lives…so wouldn’t the next logical step to be to move to an African country and start an orphanage?

Umm, apparently not.

God has been working on my heart and in our marriage in some super cool ways. More on that in another blog post (probably the next one because it’s already written). But, through what He’s been doing I’ve had much conviction in my heart.

I’ve realized that my “yes” to God isn’t a yes to anything He wants. It’s a yes to what I envision for my future…moving my family across the ocean, or even just across the country, to love on the least of these and spread the Gospel to unreached people groups. But, a yes to just stay right where I am and make disciples? Not what I had in mind!

For now, though, it’s what He has in mind for us. Johnny Hunt said that night in October 2011, “You are to do what you know to do until He calls you differently.”

And what I KNOW He has called me to do is be a disciple-maker in my home. And I’m certain that no matter where I live or what I do, that will always be what He has called me to do as long as I have children in my home.

I absolutely love a tweet I read by Andy Stanley, “Your greatest contribution to the Kingdom of God may not be something you do but someone you raise.”

God hasn’t called me to love on orphans day in and day out, nor has he asked me to travel far and wide to bring the Good News of Jesus Christ to unreached people. If He does, my yes is absolutely still there. He has asked me to empty the dishwasher, clean a pb&j covered face, catch Lily at the bottom of the slide, scrub toilets, make oatmeal, wash clothes, buy groceries, play dress-up, etc. For now, my yes is to making my house His home, where He is always welcome, daily spoken of, and glorified through the tiniest of details.

We are so busy telling God where we would like to go…We wait with the idea of some great opportunity, something sensational, and when it comes we are quick to cry–“Here am I.” Whenever Jesus Christ is in the ascendant, we are there, but we are not ready for an obscure duty.  Readiness for God means that we are ready to do the tiniest little thing or the great big thing, it makes no difference. We have no choice in what we want to do, whatever God’s program may be we are there, ready. When any duty presents itself we hear God’s voice as Our Lord heard His Father’s voice, and we are ready for it with all the alertness of our love for Him…He can put us where He likes, in pleasant duties or in mean duties, because the union is that of the Father and Himself, “That they may be one, even as We are one.” 
Oswald Chambers
In my Bible under the date October 12, 2011, I wrote (on a separate occasion), “Ministry is good, but mission is what we are called to.” I’m called to mission in this city, in this home, with the people surrounding me until…and if…God calls us elsewhere. May we as a family be faithful to God’s call to be about His work in our home, our local church, and our community…always ready for any duty because we know the size of the duty is not what determines the usefulness in God’s kingdom. 

Another horrible decision brought to you by "Sister"

You’ve probably heard of Lily’s imaginary friends Bad Dave, New Dave, and Sister.

Bad Dave has always been bad. He’s in a cave with bears and has been there for at least a month.

New Dave was good but turned bad. He recently joined Bad Dave in the cave with bears.

Sister? SHE’S HORRIBLE!!! However, she’s a girl so she just goes to time out with she gets bad.  At least that’s Lily’s logic. Girls go to time out, boys go to the cave with bad bears.

Wonder if that will be true for Scott???

Sister is nothing but a best friend for Lily that is a really bad influence on her. Sister is always around. Sometimes she’s Lily’s actual sister and sometimes she’s her best friend. Sometimes she’s a baby and sometimes, like yesterday, we celebrate her wedding. I can never get a good reading on the true identity of Sister.  All I know is that she is culprit for EVERYTHING Lily does that gets her into trouble.

“Because Sister told me to” is 9 times out of 10 Lily’s reason for doing whatever she did that was wrong. Talk about peer pressure at 3 years of age from someone who doesn’t exist.

Sister is also to thank for Lily’s made-up words, songs, dances, and stories that make no sense whatsoever.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard one of Lily’s explanations or stories and, when I ask who told her that, she says “Sister told me.”

Lily talks about Sister at the dinner table, on her play set, in the car, when she’s going to bed, etc.

She also talks TO Sister at the dinner table, on her play set, in the car, when she’s going to bed, etc.

Lily tells me stories about Sister that are absurdly out of left field made up and then Lily just cracks up like she can’t believe Sister would do something like that.

Sister is so common around here that sometimes I find myself acting like Sister is real.

Last week, Lily said Sister told her to make a lemonade pie. That pie was mentioned at least once an hour for an entire week. So, I bought the ingredients to make a pink lemonade pie. Despite what Lily thinks (probably because Sister told her) pink lemonade pie is not eggs with salt and pepper.

Knowing that Lily despises anything lemonade, I knew the finished product wouldn’t be consumed. But, Lily and I always enjoy cooking in the kitchen together…and if Sister is there it’s sure to be an adventure. I was in this for the process, not the actual pie. So I found a recipe on Pinterest that involved very little ingredients. Sweetened condensed milk, frozen pink lemonade, cool whip, and a graham cracker crust.

Here’s what our pie should look like, thanks to this recipe. Looks very sweet and refreshing. Perfect treat on a hot day.

But because I was spending money on the process, not the pie, I didn’t make my own crust, I didn’t buy pink food coloring, I didn’t color coconut shreds, and I bought the cheapest ingredients on the shelf. I also, by the end, just flat out did not care about the looks of the pie. Thus, this picture:

Just a messy pink blob. I didn’t even bother to finish spreading the fake cool whip because the pie shell wasn’t deep enough and the pink mess was just spilling over the sides all over the counter. I just slapped the plastic lid on top and threw it in the fridge. Looks delish.

But it was about the process, right?

Stirring the condensed milk and lemonade together. There’s a beautiful smile on her face because she had not yet tasted the pink blobby mess. She HATED it. I think Lily was a bit disappointed. Sister raved for a whole week about this pie; I’m sure Lily believed it would be delectable. If you look closely, you can see Sister sitting on the counter on the right side of the pic. She was probably jumping on the counter and spitting in the bowl.

Lily found something she did like. The 16 oz tub of whipped topping. She kept sneaking her little hand in the tub and eventually said, “Mommy I’m not going to eat all of this, I promise.” But that quickly turned into, “Mommy, can you just put some on a plate for me?” Umm…no. 
The pie that won’t be eaten is now chilling in the fridge for several hours. The recipe suggested to not use the whole can of lemonade. Well, I did because it all just kinda came out at once and I sure wasn’t about to try to scoop it out. I’m sure the pie will be too mushy and runny to eat. 
Maybe Sister will eat it?