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Conversation #204: My Jesus...

Oh Facebook and social media of all kinds...we have a love hate/relationship. Lately, these days, I feel it is more hate only because I allow myself to be depressed by things I see. I recently told someone the other day that I had lost faith in humanity, and then it hit me, that is exactly where I should be. We are a fallen people in a fallen world, and I should have NO faith in humanity. Why did that take me 30 years to figure out? So there has been a lot of political/social stuff swirling around, and division among Christians, and I hate it. Like I said, I have no faith in humanity and realizing that was a good reminder it should ALL be in the Lord. Even though there are definitely things going on in this world that reject the truth of the Gospel, Jesus, the thing that scares me the most these days is the phrase I alluded to in the title: "my Jesus wouldn't believe this" or "I can't follow a God that would say that" or "I just don't believ

Conversation #203: So I married my mom

I don't know if people say this to men, but I heard a lot while growing up that girls tend to marry someone like their dad (I guess good, bad, or ugly). I don't know how true that really is, but relatively early on in our marriage, my husband and I realized I married my mom. This doesn't mean my husband is feminine or my mother masculine, but to say that they seem to be the same person. I am definitely more like my dad personality wise so it probably make sense that I married someone more like my mom. Now I will say my mom, being an actual woman, generally makes her a bit more empathetic and understanding to the eccentricities of being a woman. I don't think any man, my husband or otherwise, will ever be able to understand the intricacies of being a woman. However, I also feel like he can talk to my mom, and being that they have both lived with me and seem to speak the same language, can benefit from her wisdom and knowledge of co-habitating with me and enlighten

Conversation #202: Hello or Goodbye?

I feel like I am at a crossroads with blogging. Honestly, I have been there for a few months now. I started blogging back when my husband was in law school, and I had a lot of free time on my hands. Funny how it didn't seem like it back then, but don't our post-children selves always laugh at our pre-children selves that thought we were beyond busy and pressed for time? I was looking through Bloglovin today trying to organize all of my saved posts and decided to click on the analytics tab. I have 10 followers. I can't believe I even have that many, and who knows if they are even active blog readers in general anymore. From there, I clicked onto my actual blog, that has sat dormant for over a year. To be more specific, almost 16 months. I started reading some of the most recent posts and kind of remembered how much I actually did enjoy blogging. I think, just for the outlet to write and get out thoughts in my head, not so much intending for others to read it and b

Conversation #201: Fit for an "it"

I always knew that I would want to find out the gender of my babies before they were born - that is just my jam. Mostly I wanted to find out because I know my weird self and if I bonded with said baby for nine months thinking "it" was a boy and then instead "it" was a she, I knew it would mess with my mind. Now having actually been pregnant, maybe that wouldn't be the case because I clearly didn't know Dean was a boy until 20 weeks, but I also loved being able to talk to him the rest of the pregnancy and call him by his name. All of that to say, I always thought I would want to create and elaborate, gender specific nursery, until we renovated two houses and I painted more walls than I care to remember. So one night before we knew Dean was a Dean, I was laying in bed and made the declaration that our nursery would be fairly gender neutral. We knew we would always want to use that room for the nursery because it is across the hall from our room and the s

Conversation #200: It should be something big, but...

Our 200th conversation!!! That is all the fanfare you get. It should be something big, but today is a rough one. I am beyond sleep deprived and although I originally was going to try and write something witty about how sleep deprived I am, and that my baby doesn't sleep, blah, blah, blah - I would probably just get too whiny. Luckily, I went back and re-read something I wrote just a few days ago and need to re-post it for myself: Okay, now you can slap me for complaining because here is what I know: God is good/great/enough - HE is all I need. HE gave me an amazing husband that has been so supportive through life and loves me even at my worse. HE gave me an incredible baby that just lights up my world, and I know there are so many out there longing for one of their own. These are the days when I need to cling to God harder because I am weak and about to break on my own, but He is sufficient. He is enough. He will uphold me. God I need you today, this hour, this minut

Conversation #199: It's in the bag

So I don't want this blog to solely be all about baby, but let's be honest, that is pretty much my life right now (unless you want to hear about the super exciting and glamorous life of a city transportation engineer...yeah I heard the that pin drop, too). Anyway, I will still try to share at least about other things in my life than just inundate you with amazing pictures of my adorable son: Yeah, that's him exploring the ever popular metal mixing bowl :) Okay, was it really so bad that I subjected you to a cute picture of baby? Now onto the meat of this post...baby bags. Some of you may know and/or remember that I have a weakness for purses. I have had since probably the day I was born. My grandparents used to take us Easter dress shopping every year when we were little, and I can remember two years in particular all I wanted was a purse. I also remember a shopping trip to a mall in Oklahoma City (because that was big time shopping back in the day for me) when