Playing Ball!

I keep thinking that I need to type a post with words soon, and I will....sometime. It seems that when I sit down to start typing either I don't have inspiration or my child needs me. He has turned out to be a pretty clingy little one, and almost always protests if I'm at the computer when he's awake. He also doesn't like it when I'm cooking in the kitchen when he's awake. When I'm cooking he will come up, grab my pants, and pull up behind me, making it impossible to do anything without causing injury:-) When I'm trying to work at or use the computer, he comes over to me, pulls up on the chair and begins to cry. It makes it pretty hard to focus. Generally his limited nap time is time spent on my work from home, so hence this blog suffers. He's a special little guy for sure, and we love him very much, but it is amazing how that little sin nature and the love of self are on such clear display at such a young age.

Yesterday Sam slept all of 1.5 hours during the day. You'd think that after being up so much during the day, he'd sleep like a "baby" all night. Ha. He went down at 8:30 which he does very well at night. But, in the last several weeks he wakes up at least 2 times during the night. Some nights we are so groggy that I end up just nursing him back to sleep in our bed. This morning he'd joined us for the 2nd time around 3am. Around 4:30, Peter moved him back to his bed, (we never sleep well when he's with us). Sam proceeded to scream for an hour and a half. There was nothing wrong with him, (he'd been out just fine in our bed). He simply wanted to be in our bed. I don't generally sleep well when he's screaming, and I found myself in tears this morning and I found myself getting downright angry. I'm not one who handles lack of sleep well, and since having Sam, I've had to give up a whole lot more than I thought I would. I realize now that my selfishness is just as real as Sam's. I know that this too shall pass, and that if I will allow him to, God will give me the grace needed to live each day and night in the joy that He offers to me.

How, you ask, did I manage to type words? Well, Sam is taking his nap now, and I can't access my work due to some errors, so I have a few free minutes!

Here's a picture of our cute little booger. I've gotta admit, the cuteness sure does help!:-)

We aren't going to Illy this weekend...

So here's some video of Sammy chewing a table :)


and poppin' bubbles: See you guys soon!

Big, Big Snow!

Snowflakes are coming down...for hours and hours...


More and more snow!


Folks across the street digging out for the first time of many.


Dad chilling, enjoying some yummy hot chocolate, waiting to shovel until the snow stops.


Ditto the above thought, but, instead of dad, it's mom in this picture.


Sam showing off the depth of the big, big snow.


Mom's poor car!


View of our street.


More poor cars.


Piles and piles of snow.


So pretty on the trees!


Ditto the above thought, and check out an neighbor's awesome mound of snow. There's seriously nowhere to put the stuff!


And, last but not least, the view from the back of our house, (we can't even open the door. The snow is up past my knees on our deck.)

While it is a pain, I have really liked having a snowy winter. Too bad my kiddo's too small to remember this big, big snow.