We probably shouldn't be allowed to put our bibles down.

Life would be a lot easier if we didn't have to live how God's word tells us to. A lot easier. Good thing I've never been one to do things the easy way. Today in church Dean(our pastor) challenged us to replace a negative thought with a positive one and share it with someone beside us..My negative thought was "Tobi can't spell..but he can hold a semi intelligent conversation." (he had just misspelled a word in his life notes..and I was making fun, saying Uriah would not be going to school at Danville) but my REAL negative thought was "Man I hate when preachers tell us to do something and then share it with our neighbor." That thought was not replaced with a positive until much later tonight.

Those of you who are married and have children probably learned a long time ago what we are learning now. Babies are hard. The stress of taking care of children can put a strain on your marriage. I've been debating on whether or not to post about this..you see I am NOT one to vent about my husband, or anything really online. I think its kind of silly..you say things you don't mean, the world sees it..and then you look stupid posting how happy you are the next day. But, I have decided to share..be warned: THIS IS NOT TO TRASH TALK MY HUSBAND.

Tonight, Tobi had a meeting after our youth meeting..minutes turned into an hour and a half and my precious baby boy turned into a howling demon. So there I sat, screaming infant in tow, staring Tobi down from the youth room. I was ready to take my son home, so he would calm down and go to sleep. I was ready to go, Uriah was ready to go, Tobi was oblivious. Bless Cathy(our childrens minister) and her son Sam, they stayed with me..and Tobi and I both owe them an apology. They got to stand in the awkwardness that comes when you're infront of a couple ready to claw eachothers eyes out. Tobi finally came into the youth room and I proceeded to bite his head off because it was 9pm and I had been listening to an inconsolable baby cry for an hour. We got in the car, and continued to be cruel to eachother for most of the way until we both got so mad we rode in silence the rest of the way...well sort of silence, the baby was still screaming. .We got home, Tob took the baby and I took to what I do best when mad..cleaning. I was putting up clothes, and dwelling in my anger when the thought crossed my mind "well maybe I just married the wrong person. Maybe I should have married someone who would have come out the minute he started crying and would have saved the day with a smile and kissed me on the forehead and made everything better". As soon as that thought crossed my mind I stopped dead in my tracks and realized just how STUPID that was. You see, my husband is my very best friend. He did come out of his meeting (eventually) and take the baby. He always tells me how much he appreciates me and all I do. He works hard, so that I don't have to. I am 100% positive I married the right person, the person God made to be mine forever. BOOM, there it was. I was taken back to church this morning. Positive thought for a negative thought. Well crap, I guess the preacher knows what he's talking about afterall.

So now here I sit, the "man I hate when preachers tell us to do something then share it with our neighbor" thought has been replaced. Replaced with " I am so thankful to have a preacher (and lots of other people in my life) willing to challenge me, willing to remind me what God's word says, and willing to encourage me. And I'm thankful that my God is quick to remind me that he is faithful and he forgives me when I act stupid. And because I have tasted that forgiveness, and so has my husband, we are able to forgive eachother." I challenge you, replace a negative thought with a positive one. It may just change your outlook...It may even make you want to share it with your neighbor ;)

Finally brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think on these things. Phillipians 4:8

Proving the Title

Most of you have seen the pictures on facbook, plenty with the title "we probably shouldn't be allowed to have a child"..well Amy Garnett suggested a blog under the same name and said she would read it. Bless her, she has no idea what she's in for.

Do you ever run into an old aquaintance, find out they have a child (or two or three) and immediately have the thought " I can NOT believe they let this person leave the hospital with an infant."? Well I am pretty sure that I am that person. I can especially imagine that reaction from ANYONE I went to highschool with. You see, I haven't always been "motherly", perhaps I'm still not. Take for instance, Lainey (my sweet flower girl from my wedding and one of the faces on my refridgerator) used to take her shoes off in my class room and my solution to that was the logical one that any of you would have come up with..or not. I told that baby if her shoes came off again I would cut off her feet. Thank goodness her mom Lindy has a great sense of humor..but hey, her shoes stayed on from then on. But those were the days before my child..

Since my son's arrival there have been plenty of "how are we qualified to be parents" moments..such as the mustache paci, countless nicknames such as vestimus prime and baby moses, Uriah's real name(get off our backs, we like it.), letting him get inches from an alligator, taking a 7 week old to the beach, flipping him to make him sleep at night, not to mention the fact that uriah has not been home a full day since the day he arrived home from the hospital. Thats right, not once. We've gotten close a few times, but we always end up piling into the car for a last minute trip somewhere. But hey, maybe he does stand a chance because at the beach I tried to take him on a ferris wheel and Tobi backed out at the last second. Tobi may be the voice of reason..and that is another blog entirely.

So we may be "those people" who probably shouldn't be allowed to have a child, but we do. And the baby is healthy and happy and somehow still alive..and we are enjoying every second with him.