It's hard to believe our daughter is walking. Just over 9 months and she has found out that her feet can get her places. I crack up at her off kilter wobble, she moves quick and with a lot of determination. It's so much fun being a parent.
Check out this video: Kirra’s New Year’s Resolution
Monday
Sunday
Deletion
I went through and protected all of the files on my camera that I didn't want to delete, forgot to press "ok" to confirm, and then deleted all the images that weren't protected. Thus, I lost some very special pictures this morning. One image was of Kirra after a really restless night. Her hair was the most hilarious thing. I guess the memory will just have to live in my mind and heart. Lesson learned: don't delete anything...ever...or just pay attention to the commands on your camera.
Wednesday
Glorious
There are just some movie lines out there that are simply glorious. I was watching A Charlie Brown Christmas (again) today to get ready for our middle school worship gathering tonight and one line made me smile and feel really happy inside (sort of like when a puppy gives you kisses or a baby squeezes your finger).
A friend of Charlie Brown, after listening to a bit of his rant about commericialism and depression says:
"Out of all the Charlie Browns in the world, your the Charlie Browniest of them all."
I love that.
Charlie Brown wasn't about trying to impress anyone. He was being himself and in the end, being himself proved to be really helpful and inspiring to everyone else.
I may have issues. I may be a mess sometimes...ok most of the time. But I hope that when people are around me they know that they're getting the real deal. I hope that what you see in Brooklyn is just that, Brooklyn, the person God created, no apologies no disguises, just Brooklyn. I hope that the person I am is helpful and inspiring because you can be yourself around me too.
I hope you can say, "out of all the Brooklyn Lindsey's in the world, your the Brooklyn Lindseyist of them all."
Merry Christmas Charlie Brown.
Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn your ways. Psalm 119:73
A friend of Charlie Brown, after listening to a bit of his rant about commericialism and depression says:
"Out of all the Charlie Browns in the world, your the Charlie Browniest of them all."
I love that.
Charlie Brown wasn't about trying to impress anyone. He was being himself and in the end, being himself proved to be really helpful and inspiring to everyone else.
I may have issues. I may be a mess sometimes...ok most of the time. But I hope that when people are around me they know that they're getting the real deal. I hope that what you see in Brooklyn is just that, Brooklyn, the person God created, no apologies no disguises, just Brooklyn. I hope that the person I am is helpful and inspiring because you can be yourself around me too.
I hope you can say, "out of all the Brooklyn Lindsey's in the world, your the Brooklyn Lindseyist of them all."
Merry Christmas Charlie Brown.
Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn your ways. Psalm 119:73
Tuesday
A Charlie Brown Christmas
I found myself in a pretty rotten mood yesterday. Our apartment is small and we don't have much room for a Christmas tree. I'm not complaining--more so confessing that I've had a crummy attitude about Christmas lately. What is it that leaves me grumpy about all of the things I wish I had in place? Charlie Brown always catches me off guard and reminds me what it's really all about anyway (him and little miss Cindy Lou-Who). There's so much more to the holidays--more than lights and perfectly wrapped gifts--there's Jesus and there's family who loves us even when we aren't so nice. I'm thankful for small reminders of what's important. Stress seems to magnify the weak in us all. I'm grateful to Christ for being strong when we are cracking under Christmas pressure. I'm even thankging God for fictional characters like Charlie Brown who can speak truth into our lives without the risk of losing our friendship or us getting mad at them. Thank you jesus for coming to us, even though we're...us.
Tuesday
An unexpected message
Long story short: A stranger-friend (someone from our church who I just met) landed in my office today to talk about various church things. On a side-note he said something that resonated with me and made me stir in my chair.
"Who is your life-coach?" This was his question and it got me thinking. Who is the person that sees me from the outside and loves me anyway? Who is the person I call every week, encourages me, and also isn't afraid to challenge me or to help me think differently?
There are a few people like that in my life and I am so grateful for them. God has the craziest ways of reminding us what's important. I'm going to pick up the phone.
"Who is your life-coach?" This was his question and it got me thinking. Who is the person that sees me from the outside and loves me anyway? Who is the person I call every week, encourages me, and also isn't afraid to challenge me or to help me think differently?
There are a few people like that in my life and I am so grateful for them. God has the craziest ways of reminding us what's important. I'm going to pick up the phone.
Monday
Parental Detour
I've committed the sin of ditching all good parental advice last Wednesday night. Worn out after a particularly long event, I returned home with Kirra exhausted.
I skipped her bath (parent sin numero uno), nursed her to sleep (death to naptime), tried laying her in her crib without moving her or jostling her to wake her (impossible), ran to her and picked her up as soon as she started crying (spoiling our child), took her to bed with me (I could suffocate her), and then allowed her to stay up giggling for the next hour (insanity during exhaustion).
At first, she laid with her arms wrapped around my neck, lifting her head every so often to make sure I was still there. After about twenty minutues of what I like to call "hug-checking" she sat up and smiled...then started laughing. We played for the next thirty minutes, wrestling, laughing, and playing games. When my husband came home he said, "what are you two still doing up?" and it took us a good hour to get her to bed after that. I'll never forget Kirra's need to be with me the other night. Some things are worth ditching the rules for.
I skipped her bath (parent sin numero uno), nursed her to sleep (death to naptime), tried laying her in her crib without moving her or jostling her to wake her (impossible), ran to her and picked her up as soon as she started crying (spoiling our child), took her to bed with me (I could suffocate her), and then allowed her to stay up giggling for the next hour (insanity during exhaustion).
At first, she laid with her arms wrapped around my neck, lifting her head every so often to make sure I was still there. After about twenty minutues of what I like to call "hug-checking" she sat up and smiled...then started laughing. We played for the next thirty minutes, wrestling, laughing, and playing games. When my husband came home he said, "what are you two still doing up?" and it took us a good hour to get her to bed after that. I'll never forget Kirra's need to be with me the other night. Some things are worth ditching the rules for.
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